Without your beautiful eyes,
I wouldn't be a sufferer
My fierce thorns
Were born from your love
And today I am a troubadour
I even like to suffer like this
I'll tell you my complaints
I am jealous of your look
I want to always see you next to me
Why do you shun a passion like this, love?
Your look brings joy
But also bitterness
Without it, I wouldn't live
There is no life without pain.