At Love's This Turn, That Turn

Why do I love you this much, who can say!
Why must I think of you every moment, tell me!
You really are too much trouble!

Tell me, can anyone spend all their time thinking of someone?
Do I have no other work besides thinking of you?
Who will do all those other things, I ask?
Everything else goes on just fine for you!
Why can't I go on for even a moment without you, can you tell me?

You really are such trouble!
Oh, is this how one should love someone?
Then why do I love?
You have so much work to do,
Yet every day I tell you so many things!

Hey! What is it you really have inside you, tell me?
Why am I so intoxicated with just you?
Damn it all! I understand nothing!

If this continues, in two days I'll be a proper mental patient!
What am I becoming day by day, I don't understand!
What are you actually doing?
Magic, spells...do you know such things? Or something else?
What enchantment have you cast on me, tell me?

This has become such trouble!
I think of you, nothing else matters.
I see you, nothing else matters.
I search for you, nothing else matters.
When was I ever this idle?

Does falling in love always make one this crazy?
But does that mean I'm forbidden to live without you?
You really are too much trouble!
Ah, once I lived without thinking of you!
Thinking of this now, even fairy tales would admit defeat!