Man never fully masters anything
Neither his strength, his weakness, nor his heart
And when he thinks he opens his arms
His shadow is that of a cross.
When he tries to grasp happiness, he crushes it.
His life is a strange and painful divorce.
There isn't any happy love
His life resembles those unarmed soldiers
Who'd been groomed for a different destiny
Why should they get up in the morning ?
When nighttime finds them uncertain, idle ?
Say these words: My life, and hold back your tears
There isn't any happy love
My beautiful love, my dear love, my tearing hurt,
I carry you inside me like a wounded bird,
And, those, unknowingly ,who watch us passing by
Repeat after me these words that I had woven
Yet which, for your lovely
eyes, immediately died:
There isn't any happy love
By the time we have learnt to live, it's way too late.
May our hearts that cry in unison at night yield
What It takes of misfortune to get the simplest song,
What It takes of regrets to get a single thrill,
What It takes of sobbings just for a guitar tune.
There isn't any happy love.
There is no love that does not end in pain.
There is no love by which one is not wounded.
There is no love by which one is not sullied.
And no greater love for the nation than for you.
There is no love that does not feed on sobs.
There isn't any happy love.
But this love is ours, to both of us..