Give me a kiss of your lips!
Your caresses are sweeter than the wine,
3
Delicious to the smell your perfumes,
Your name is a wasteful perfume.
Because of it, the women love you!
4
Take me soon with you!
Take me, oh king, to your rooms!
Choir
With we you will be very happy;
We will evoke your caresses more than the wine.
Deservedly the women love you!
She(It)
5
Women of Jerusalem,
I am brown but beautiful;
Brown bread like the camps of Staying,
Beautiful as the curtains of Solomon.
6
Do not be fixed in that I am brown,
Not in that the Sun has burned the skin(leather).
My brothers got angry with me
And they set me to take care of the vineyards,
And my own(proper) vineyard I was careless!
7
Say me, love of my life,
Where you feed you