It's a pity, what a past, what a pity
I've got tired of explaining
The day you abandoned me
Was the day I was struck(into love)
That's a pity, that's a sin, though I'm
Like a snowdrop (flower)
With sorrow growing up
I used to love you
In the bosom of the sorrow
I used to love you
When I was asleep and when I was awake
I used to love you
And despite you, I used to love you
With rope of the gallows around my neck
You, neither perceiving nor knowing love
Standing still, not crying even when a rose burns
Me, in my tears not running down
I used to love you
You, a timid, sensitive warrior,
The betrayer who sold love
And there was me, at every battle field
I used to love you
It's a pity, what a past, what a pity
A solitude, a rapture
The day you abandoned me
Was the day I was struck(into love)
That's a pity, that's a sin, I, though,
Was as if a moth
Gave away its life on fire
I used to love you
In the bosom of the sorrow
I used to love you
When I was asleep and when I was awake
I used to love you
And despite you, I used to love you
With rope of the gallows around my neck
You, neither perceiving nor knowing love
Standing still, not crying even when a rose burns
Me, in my tears not running down
I used to love you
You, a timid, sensitive warrior,
The betrayer who sold love
And there was me, at every battle field
I used to love you