If I get drunk with my tears, and my day becomes a torture,
If my rosy face will be destroyed, I’ll love you anyway.
My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,
If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.
If I have no aim, nor desire, you my only hope
If I melt, I’ll be fit, I’ll love you anyway.
My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,
If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.
If I get drunk with my tears, and my youth becomes a torture,
If all my day becomes a torture, I’ll love you anyway.
My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,
If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.
If I have no aim, nor desire, you my only hope
If I melt, I’ll be fit, I’ll love you anyway.
My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,
If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.