Where is my young Giselle?
Move her feet now
Track her in Berlin and perceive,
My favourite young Giselle,
Spare an empty conversation
Only for my young Giselle;
I'll wait her until dawn,
Waiting for her to leave a bar,
Above my empty and dim screen
Desperately searching for my young Giselle,
In the middle of sombre night,
Have you seen my young Giselle?

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