The word of love I would like to become your daisy
Or your fish, or your cat, or your dove.
As a pet I'd be never crazy
To pronounce the word of love.

Chorus
Please don't tell me the word of love
Neither I will pronounce this word.
Men and women have used it enough
Often dropping it in to dirt.
I would like to become your stocking
Or your hat, or your dress, or your glove.
I would sense you without talking
With not saiyng the word of love.

I would like to become you air
Gently touching you with my puff.
When I go I will do so and dare
Oh, breath out the word of love.