If you knew how much I think of you, I Would you file a complaint for mental harassment? But it's not my fault, rather it's Your fault, for being so beautiful In my thoughts I see you below From a tree, I arrive and approach and Very slowly I kiss you, and we make a Heart on the tree with our names If you knew how much I think of you, I Would you file a complaint for mental harassment? But it's not my fault, rather it's Your fault, for being so beautiful In my thoughts I come to your house With a bouquet of roses, and you open my door Door and smiling you tell me thank you, and we dance A song of the youth and it begins Our idyll of love If you knew how much I think of you, I Would you file a complaint for mental harassment? But it's not my fault, rather it's Your fault, for being so beautiful