I don't have a lot of things
In all, they're nothing a handful
Take from me, and give yourself
Reduce from the pain, if it's possible, erase.
I got it, nothing is valued more than love.
I intend to be, the iron solubles in the fire.
They must be mad who don't stay at your door.
They must be mad who have never lost themselves.
They must be mad who aren't growing even an only flower.
If they're lamenting, who have never had a thorn in their hands, it's worthy.
You're my suffering, my exam, my hardest lesson.
It comes fine, it comes enjoyment. Whatever it comes from you.
Come on, set this blind-ignorant person to the fire.
Let my heart learn the secret of love any longer.