El masoquista [English translation]

And this one goes out

to all of us who have suffered because of a woman,

yes indeed.1

I've had my affairs

and whatever my eyes have lingered on,

but those set of red lips

are really driving me mad.

I don't know what awaits me,

my friends are telling me that

that woman isn't genuine,

that she's going to do me a world of harm.

They call me a masochist

because I enjoy suffering,

but if you could see what I feel when I kiss her,

you wouldn't be telling me that.

They tell me to forget her already,

that she'll soon tear my soul to pieces.

My friend, if I should die in her arms

then what do I care?

She has the body of a mermaid

and that treacherous mouth of hers

will be the cause of my suffering.

I never tire of listening to her.

But there's nothing lovelier

that puts me just as happy

than to encircle her waist

when I slowly approach her.

They call me a masochist

because I enjoy suffering,

but if you could see what I feel when I kiss her,

you wouldn't be telling me that.

They tell me to forget her already,

that she'll soon tear my soul to pieces.

My friend, if I should die in her arms

then what do I care?

They call me a masochist

because I enjoy suffering,

but if you could see what I feel when I kiss her,

you wouldn't be telling me that.

They tell me to forget her already,

that she'll soon tear my soul to pieces.

My friend, if I should die in her arms

then what do I care?

[Spoken]:

And if we should suffer,

let it be because of love,

of love.

1. lit. 'yes sir'