How much I love you! Melita, my power. The petal of my rose,my dawning sun, that rises my joy,the morning glory flower. I need of you the feeding with your bun.
O Melita,why'd you sent me away. You sent me out and banged your door at me. You never care about me for a day. You hid your heart where eyes of mine can't see.
What wrong had I committed to get reject'd. It could because I'm not a weathy guy. Or cause I'm not the man your heart select'd. Perhaps you want to say to all men-bye.
I shall keep calm and wait for my true love. It could be you or any other dove.