They say that I don't know you,
that I must be mad
when I dream of your love.
They know that I'm in love
and so desperate that I don’t know what to do.
That I go out at night to lament over my madness
and to tell the moon how I suffer for you.
That embracing a tree, I tell it my sorrows,
as those couples of the dark garden.
If they call me the madman, why is the world like that?
The truth is I am mad, but mad about you.
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That I go out at night to lament over my madness
and to tell the moon how I suffer for you.
That embracing a tree, I tell it my sorrows,
as those couples of the dark garden.
If they call me the madman, why is the world like that?
The truth is I am mad, but mad about you.