By loving you like this, even going mad,
By begging for you, by crying for you,
Unable to sleep, unable to eat,
What will I have left by loving you like this?
By loving you like this with my soul and my voice,
Until I forget the name of God,
To proclaim nothing more than my love,
What will I have left by loving you like this?
Only my voice, which will fade
Only my love, sad and without warmth,
Only my skin, without the taste of honey,
And my great fear,
Of loving you even more and more upon dying.
By loving you like this with great sorrow,
Even destroying this heart,
Unable to cry out, unable to reason,
What will I have left by loving you like this?
Only one love, that suffers for you,
That dies for you.