Biçare [English translation]

I've hit the strings of my guitar.

I've fallen into your hands in a helpless way.

My half mind has remained solely, gone off the rails, losing.

I've given it, also, to your hands with my hands.

In which heart-pub,

Who knows, what do you dream of?

Drunk during the daylight,

Nights are sleepless,

You shoot and kill me.

Drunk during the daylight,

Nights are sleepless,

You kill me.

Either throw me to the bottom of your mind, to the bottom of your mind.

You know, I've been chilled to your bone, you to my bone.

We are two helpless ones, open your arms, wrap your body around my body.

Come and let's die if you like, you're a tale, life is a story.

You've had a word for every full moon.

I've waited for you to come longingly.

Drunk during the daylight,

Nights are sleepless,

You shoot and kill me.

Drunk during the daylight,

Nights are sleepless,

You kill me.