Love is a rebellious bird,
that no one can tame.
And you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.
Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer;
one man talks well,
but the other man is the one that I prefer.
He's silent, but I like his looks.
Love! Love! Love! Love!
Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever known a law.
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you best beware.
The bird you thought that you had caught,
beat it's wings and flew away.
Love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is.
All around you, swift so swift,
it comes, it goes, and then returns.
You think you had it fast, it flees,
You think you're free, it holds you fast.
Love! Love! Love! Love!
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