Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love And let us judge all of the rumors of the rather severe old men To be worth just one penny The suns are able to fall and rise When that brief light has fallen for us We must sleep a never ending night Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred
Then another thousand, then a second hundred Then yet another thousand more, then another hundred Then, when we have made many thousands We will mix them all up so that we don't know how many And so that no one can be jealous of us when he finds out How many kisses we have shared