My eyes will not delight in your eyes anymore,
My pain will not grow sweet with you.

But wherever I go I will take your eyes
And wherever you walk you will bear my pain.

I was yours, you were mine. What else? Together we did
A curve in the route where love passed.

I was yours, you were mine. Thou shalt be of her that loveth thee,
Of the one who cultivates in your farm what I sowed.

I'm going away. I'm sad: but I'm always sad.
I came from your arms. I do not know where I'm going.

... From your heart say goodbye to me a child.
And I'll say goodbye.