Engl. Transl. Brouwer  SON MERCEDES

I go through the world, seeking
the brunette, who is all my world.
But Mercedes, Mercedes, my soul
what wouldn't I give you for a kiss.
Ah, Mercedes, you don't love me
you don't admire me, Mercedes.
Ah, you wanted to forget me
and then came back to love me
I will not put on the shoe again
which I threw away
Ay, how your dark eyes please me
they are the colour of a French cloth.
Nobody must tell her,
that I will always love her.
 

(*Son" = „song“)