(Sung by Men)

My passion for you cannot be carried on my belt,

My love for you cannot be borne on my shoulder,

It cannot be borne on my shoulder like cabbage,

It cannot hang on my belt like a scythe.

It cannot be slung on my back like books,

It cannot be hung up like a painting,

If my love were a fruit or a cucumber,

I could pack it gently into a bag,

And only take it out to play with when I’m lonely,

To comfort my broken heart!