Where I go, where I stand, that occur to me
Your lips, your teeth like ivory,
Your little feet, the delicate, fine,
Your mischievous eyes, your red hair
You have enchanted me so completely
You witch, you angry, you little one!
And did we still live in the old days
That would be a case for the authorities
Since sorcerers were not tolerated;
Then you'd have to die by fire -
That would be a great hardship for me
You witch, you sweet, you little one!
