Have you seen a girl near hear?
Who stares at me with a green glare?
Mysterious eyes, showing little shine,
Always looking at me with a secret temptation in the eyes?

Have you seen a girl walking after three in here?
Wearing red throughout the year?
skin chalk white, figure not slimmer than a knife, face tilted towards right with a beautiful eternal smile?

Standing in the middle of the crossroads she with the hair flowing like threads,
She walks up to me everyday;
She looks into my eyes in gay,
And mutters that beautiful, enchanting, feminine voice,
as she used to in that old familiar way;