Because I have you and I don’t,
because I think about you,
because the night is young,
because the night passes and I speak (of) love,
because you have come to take your image,
and you are better than all your images,
because you are beautiful from your foot to your soul (your being)
because you are good from your soul (your being) to me
because you hide your sweet self in pride
small and sweet
armoured heart.
Because you are mine
because you are not mine
because I look at you and I die,
and worse than dying (is),
if I do not see you, love,
if I do not see you.
Because you are always everywhere,
but you are better where I love you,
because your mouth is blood (life)
and you are cold
I have to love you, love
I have to love you,
even though this wound hurts twice as much (like two,)
even though I search for you and do not find you
and even though the night passes
and I have you,
and I don’t.