ANITA

A boy like that who'd kill your brother,

Forget that boy and find another,

One of your own kind,

Stick to your own kind!



A boy like that will give you sorrow,

You'll meet another boy tomorrow,

One of your own kind,

Stick to your own kind!



A boy who kills cannot love,

A boy who kills has no heart.

And he's the boy who gets your love

And gets your heart.

Very smart, Maria, very smart!



A boy like that wants one thing only,

And when he's done, he'll leave you lonely.

He'll murder your love;

He murdered mine.

Just wait and see,

Just wait, Maria,

Just wait and see!



MARIA

Oh no, Anita, no,

Anita, no!

It isn't true, not for me,

It's true for you, not for me.

I hear your words

And in my head

I know they're smart,

But my heart, Anita,

But my heart

Knows they're wrong

And my heart

Is too strong,

For I belong

To him alone, to him alone.

One thing I know:

I am his,

I don't care what he is.

I don't know why it's so,

I don't want to know.



ANITA

A boy like that, etc.

Very smart Maria, very smart!



MARIA

Oh no, Anita, no,

You should know better!

You were in love - or so you said.

You should know better . . .



I have a love, and it's all that I have.

Right or wrong, what else can I do?

I love him; I'm his,

And everything he is

I am, too.

I have a love, and it's all that I need,

Right or wrong, and he needs me, too.

I love him, we're one;

There's nothing to be done,

Not a thing I can do

But hold him,