The flower seller asked me
He still loves you
What should I say?
I answered to the flower seller
My heart still on its promise
And that it's busy
He said goodbye and went on a trip
No no he didn't go on a trip
He promised me and went on a trip
No no he didn't go on a trip
And tomorrow he's coming back more
Presenting me more flowers all the time
He called me in the dead of night
I beg you, tell me, oh night, how can I sleep?
He whispered to me that he's inclined to come back again
He sang for me oh nite and thus my days are worrisome
Thanks to Razvan