Without your such beautiful eyes
I would not be suffering
My feral afflictions
Were born from your love.
Today I am a troubadour
And even like my sorrow,
I'll tell you my whining:
I'm jealous of your gaze.
I always want to see you right beside me,
Why you dodges this way my heart
A passion?
Your gaze brings me joy
But it also brings me a bitterness,
Without it, I would not live
There no life without pain.