Just like a butterfly to fire
So irresistibly attracted
I was to love – a magic land,
Where you will call me your beloved.

Where every day’s beyond compare,
Where I wouldn’t fear stormy weather…
So beautiful is the land of love, the land of love,
The only place where dwells my pleasure.

But now a different time has come:
You shrink away, or lie and slander.
I realized that love’s the land
Where every man is a pretender.

It is my challenge, not my fault,
That I am so naive and artless…
Oh, love is such a shady land, is such a shady land
Inhabited by petty liars.

Why am I crying in front of you,
An awkward smile unable to spare?
Unfaithful is the land of love
And every man there’s a betrayer.

But once again the grass will sprout
Through all the trials and tribulations.
Since love is the land of spring and joy, the land of spring and joy,
The only place where dwells my pleasure.

Where dwells my pleasure…