Do you know, handsome,
that even the brightest
loves go dull ?
The dirty day by day sun
torments them.
I've got a perfect idea
to avoid the unbearable.
Before the hatred,
before the blows,
be they from whistles or whips.
Before the sorrow
and weariness,
please let's end it.
No, I kiss you
and (the feeling) disappears.
See,
I'm not so easy to get rid of.
You thought
you could get away with it
leaving me on the tune
of the doomed true love.
But, you see, I like
the tempests of the unevitable better
than your little shabby idea.
Before the hatred,
before the blows,
be they from whistles or whips.
Before the sorrow
and weariness,
please let's end it.
No, you kiss me
and (the feeling) disappears.
I can see,
You're not so easy to get rid of.
I could spare you the worst,
but the best is yet to come.
etc...