I really love her.... ( to Sophia Achamoth)

Este es un fragmento del hombre de la mancha adaptado por mi...

I love her, I really love her.

Tear out my fingernails one by one, I love her!

I don't have a very good reason,

Since I've been with her,

Cuckoo-nuts have been in season...

But there's nothing I can do,

Chop me up for onion stew,

Still I'll yell to the sky

Though I can't tell you why,

That I love her!

It doesn't make any sense!

That's because you're not a knight.

All right, I'm not a knight.

Now does a knight knight?

Well, I fight in her name and she takes care of me.

Then she picks me up off the ground, and...

But, what do you get out of it?

What do I get? Oh! Why, already I've gotten...

I've gotten...

You've got nothing! Why do you do it?

I love her, I really love her.

Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken,

I love her!

Don't ask me for why or wherefore,

'Cause I don't have a single good

"Because" or "therefore!"

You can barbecue my nose.

Make a giblet of my toes,

Make me freeze, make me fry.

Make me sigh, make me cry.

Still I'll yell to the sky,

Though I can't tell you why.

That I love her!