Sometimes you say yes, sometimes you say no,
and I think with myself, which way to go?
Real lovers or only friends, I pray be true,
ours affair clear meaning, I ask from you.

How long from others do you think can we hide?
Always in doubt, you just avoid and sway
between the yes and no and don't decide.
Just secret lovers for a while, you say.

Darling, don't you see that, or lovers we stay,
and our secrets will cry one day
from the highest tops of the overt roofs?

Or with time we will get more secret; thus
there will be one day in that no more proofs
will remain. No one will know. Neither us!