Wiewohl mein Schatz ein arger Wicht,
Ein Räuber ist, ein Dieb,
So hab' ich doch sein Angesicht
Vor allen andern lieb,
Er raubt für mich, er kämpft, er ficht,
Drum hab' ich ihn so lieb,
Und wär' er hundertmal ein Wicht
Und tausendmal ein Dieb.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Barinissa's song", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Although my beloved is a terrible scoundrel,
A robber he is, a thief,
I nevertheless love his visage
More than any other;
He steals for me, he fights, he fences,
That is why I love him so,
And were he hundred times a scoundrel
And a thousand times a thief.