El bardo [English translation]

A poor bard fell in love,

with a girl from high society,

his life was like that of a poor clown

that laughed with a yearning to cry.

Through her,

the poor bard lived,

singing amongst the orchids,

where his love would have been.

and the girl who was unmindful

that the bard adored her

married another.

And they say

that one moonlit night,

beneath a starry sky

the troubadour died.

Those who knew him say

that they felt that night

the cries of pain for his love.

The girl

when she heard of the story

the true story

of the poor troubadour

she said,

sobbing amidst her madness:

the bitterness is killing me today

because I loved him too.

What a shame,

why didn't he tell me?

If I had known

I would be his today.

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The girl

when she heard of the story

the true story

of the poor troubadour

she said,

sobbing amidst her madness:

the bitterness is killing me today

because I loved him too.

What a shame,

why didn't he tell me?

If I had known

I would be his today.