Come smile for me my gentle doll
suffer my casual caresses,
Keeping this watch together we will tell
of other lips and other , softer kisses.

You too have loved and then have suffered loss
and turned , to find a kind of consolation
in friendly arms that help to show a way
of burying the pain of separation.

But why should it be that one so far away
can pull the strings that move your puppet limbs?
Why is it that , instead , I always see
another's flesh that in the moonlight gleams ?

Yet smile for me , my gracious doll
these moments we will measure
by the forgetfulness they bring
and not the pleasure.