You are my Vita in my fantasy
Young and brave with still a husband—
Who craves to be with me

Look away, I mustn't stare at you
How you are dressed, I mustn't adore you
But, too late, you are here again—

In a paroxysm of the swaying goddesses—
We danced with them under the veils

A mister I as well and still have—
Oh, if we were only maidens forever

But, too late, I love him still
While I still forbid me to love thee

Let us not escape tonight—
Tomorrow let us not see each selves

Only pals we shall be—
On a century, fate will fin'lly say we're meant to be