Whenever you are hurt as deep as this
You deem that you will never be sad anymore
What obstinacy, how reckless, how enduring heart
It hurts at the same spot despite everything
Neither wisdom works, nor suggestion at that point
You know, it passes by time but what good can that do?
Wounded, from bottom to top, everyone's wounded
You do not get used to pain, no rule no principle
Bleeding, how long can you hold thorn for rose's sake?
Neither the arrivals understood what's happening, nor the departures*
I devote the rest of me to love
I told my last lie to flow and it ran off
If I do not live the most incalculable, unplanned love
Take a note of me in the Black Book*.