Don't be angry with me
for going abroad;
But I'll turn into a bird and come
back to you again

Open your window,
my basil-plant of golden hair,
and with a sweet smile
say good night to me

Don't be angry with me, darling
now that I am leaving you
and come out for a while so I can see you
and say farewell

Open your window,
my basil-plant of golden hair,
and with a sweet smile
say good night to me