Pitiful, what a pitiful past.
I am tired of explaining.
When you left me,
that’s the day I was wounded.
What a pity what a sin.
I am like the Kardelen flower
growing in sorrow.
I loved you.
in the bosom of sorrow.
I loved you
when I was awake and when I was asleep.
I loved you.
inspite of it all. I loved you
with a narrow rope around my neck at the gallows.
You don't know the meaning of love.
If a rose burned you'd stand still and wouldn't shed a tear.
I cry without tears.
I loved you,
you insensitive cowardly warrior.
Who did you sell your love to, betrayer?
I was at every battlefield.
I loved you.
Pitiful, what a pitiful past.
One loner dying from loneliness.
When you left me
That is the day that I was struck.
Pitful, what a sin. While you were
spinning around
I was taking my last fiery breath.
I loved you.
in the bosom of sorrow.
I loved you
when I was awake and when I was asleep.
I loved you.
inspite of it all. I loved you
with a narrow rope around my neck at the gallows.
You don't know the meaning of love.
If a rose burned you'd stand still and wouldn't shed a tear.
I cry without tears.
I loved you,
you insensitive cowardly warrior.
Who did you sell your love to, betrayer?
I was at every battlefield.
I loved you.