Libramor [English translation]

Ah love, young love

Is like a cactus flower,

The very one that when disenchantment comes,

Turns into a thorn

Ah, love’s the way it is

It belongs to every one of us

It’s made of I love you’s, surprise, coolness,

Inevitable things

Blessed

Soaked

Ah, love, a refined disease

That grows,

The very one that later

Becomes torment

Ah love’s the way it is,

Never the same,

Made up of embraces, cases, bonds

And other inevitable things

The best of this world

And the most sordid

Ah love, young love,

That’s all we talk about.

The very love that when rejection comes,

Must not even be mentioned

Ah, love’s the way it is,

Animal instinct, female, seed, germ

And other inevitable things.

It has its enchantments…

Most certainly.