Honey bee, honey bee,
How I wish you would come to me,
But I know I must set you free.
Because it is your sting that frightens me.
A yellow and black butterfly has returned,
But last time I was burned.
But it's for you I yearn.
Honey-bee, Honey-bee
You know it was you who helped me,
Did you not see?
Yet I must set you free.
Why has fate been so cruel
to fuel
My love for you?
Do you feel it too?
That fate has been cruel,
And played us for fools?
That we want the ones we cannot have,
Yet we crave.