Love comes out of my heart's empty cellar, do not age,
Do not break a heart that you love, it would oppose you, do not burn its soul,
You love but a heart is bored by lies,
It gives light itself from being wearisome, imagination is established,
It's name is love that breaks the heart,
They do not know it will return and come one day and will take your mourning,
It tries to get rid of you and it always weeps,
Its name is love, the one which is always sought by the heart.