I drank the wine of love without knowing
I crossed the path of love without knowing
Your love was a fire, dear, a piece of fire
I set my heart on fire without knowing
Loving once meant dying for thousands of times
Dying thousands of times, but never really dying
Dying thousands of times, but being unable to die
Its wine was a poison, I died as I drank
Its path was a cliff, I died as I fell
Your love was a fire, dear, a piece of fire
I died as I burned my heart with that fire