I was given advice
And by that time, what good was it?
For all that had happened to me
Could no longer be helped
How wretched are all of those
Who are sentenced
They're always thinking about their suffering
Whether they will carry it out or not
Virtue is happiness
That gives relief to the heart
And such sorrow is a misfortune,
It is sadness, it is pain
Overnight
She has scorned my loving
May that gypsy come to a bad end
How tragic is my destiny
I'm deprived of warmth
If I come near, no matter where