In the daylight, I started my journey
with oil-lamp in my hand, handkerchief on my eyes,
I'm looking for loyalty, I'm looking for a friend
I'm looking for tenderness, I'm looking for love
Loyalty is an emotion, somewhere far far away
Friendship is just like a mark/sign from old songs
Tenderness is like a blonde girl in the bar
I have strength in my knees
The oil ended up in my cresset (oil-lamp).
I couldn't find it.