La ballata dell’amore cieco [o della vanità] [English translation]

An honest man, a good man

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fell madly in love

of one who did not love him at all.

She told him "Bring me tomorrow"

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said "Bring me tomorrow

the heart of your mother

for my dogs. "

He went by his mother and killed her

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tore the heart out

and to his love he returned.

It was not the heart it was not the heart

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was not enough horror

she wanted another proof of his blind love.

She told him "Love, if you love me"

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said, "Love if you love me

cut the four veins of your wrists. "

The veins he cut of his wrists,

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andas soon as the blood flowed

running wild to her again.

She told him with a loud laugh

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she said laughing loudly

"The last test will be your death"

And while the blood slowly came out

and has now changed his color

vanity cold rejoiced

a man had killed himself because of his love.

Outside the wind blew sweet

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but she was seized with terror

when she saw him die happy.

To die happy and in love

when she had nothing remained

not his love, not his good

but only the dried blood in his veins.