Love defeats it all,
I know it by experience,
a heart that falls in love
no longer can be saved.
Love is a torment,
a torment so divine that,
little by little, steals from us
soul, life and heart.
I know well that you love me,
and that you try to hide it,
and I also know that you die
when you don't have my love.
Love is a torment,
a torment so divine that,
little by little, stills from us
soul, life and heart.
(bis 2 last. stanzas)