Antoni eta Anton

Antoni! Antoni!
I am at your door.
Oh, Anton! Oh, Anton!
Next to the door, there I am.

The ivy in the winter
doesn't like the snow:
the sky is cloudy, the cold key
and the land without food.
Oh, my love, my heart
fears your cold!
For both of us to warm the key
I would gather wood.

Antoni! Antoni!...

The ivy never once
changes its key:
every year always in the same place
it feeds the children.
But you, Anton, the bad ivy
I am looking for you for me;
every holiday a new nest
I see you loving.

Antoni! Antoni!...

The ivy also
if it has lost its key
without direction, here and there
it wanders from the key.
My thirsty heart,
without you giving it to drink,
will walk again
without memory somewhere.

Antoni! Antoni!...

That your heart is thirsty
you told me in verses;
I have also learned
that you have a reason there.
You always go looking for a drink,
I have seen you many times,
but that thirst above measure
you quench it with wine.

Antoni! Antoni!
I am not a pumpkin lover.
Oh, Anton! Oh, Anton!
To the fresh breeze, good night!