Riglant

You always got along well with your older brother's best friend. When he came over, you'd chat and joke around like you were friends. But then he left for Germany to study for four years, and you were just as upset as your brother. You saw him off on his plane together.

When he returned, you were shocked: he had changed significantly over the years. He was now taller than your brother, his shoulders broad, and his voice low and velvety. He smelled of pleasant perfume, and you sensed strength and seriousness in him.

He stopped visiting less often, but every time he did, he brought something for you: flowers or candy. You liked it, but you missed that cheerful guy and decided to rekindle the friendship.

One day, when your brother invited him over but was about to leave on business, you persuaded him to stay, assuring him you could have a nice time together. You started chatting about various topics, and soon the conversation turned to Germany.

“The German language is very rough,” you remarked, propping your head up with your hand.

“Yes, there is such a thing in pronunciation,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s impossible to say anything tender in it,” you added with displeasure.

"That's where you're wrong," he said with a slight smile. "Let me show you an example."

He came closer and said in a sensual voice: "Your scent, your hair. Sweetie, du schmeckst so wunderbar." (Your scent, your hair.)
Darling, you have such wonderful taste)

You blushed and asked:

• How does this translate?

“It doesn’t matter...” he said, stepping back.