Malia

What was in the flower you gave me?
Perhaps a potion, a mysterious power?
Touching it, my heart trembled,
The scent disturbed my thoughts

In your graceful movements,
Is there perhaps an enchantment with you?
The air quivers where you go,
A flower blooms where your foot passes
The air quivers where you go,
A flower blooms where your foot passes

I don't ask which blessed place
Has been your dwelling until now
I don't ask if you're a nymph, a fairy
If you're just a fair-haired illusion!

But what is in your fatal gaze?
What do you have in your magical words?
If you look at me, a frenzy overwhelms me
If you speak to me, I feel like dying!
If you look at me, a frenzy overwhelms me
If you speak to me, I feel like dying!

I don't ask if you're a nymph, a fairy
If you're just a fair-haired illusion!
But what is in your fatal gaze?
What do you have in your magical words?
If you look at me, a frenzy overwhelms me
If you speak to me, I feel like dying!