Envy, I envy the valleys
Of the mounts and the rivers
Of the towns and the streets
That you have crossed without me
Envy, I envy your things
I envy your shadow
Of your house and your roses
Because they are close to you
And look if my love is great
That when I say your name
I envy my voice
Envy, I envy the handkerchief
That once dried your crying
And it is that I love you so much
That my envy is so only love
Envy, I envy the handkerchief
That once dried your crying
That my envy is so only love
Envy, envy, is so only love, envy...