Every kind of separation is difficult,
I've been saying it for a thousand years.
Heart doesn't learn it,
Here is my situation as seen.
Doesn't a person get wise,
Grow up a little bit?
Sooner or later, like a volcano,
Doesn't this insidious fire die down slowly?
Oh, again sorrow? But that's enough!
Black nights are about to come again.
Oh my distressed head,
In the dead of winter, it is thoroughly worse.
These hard days, too,
Will pass one day certainly.
Everybody is aware,
Everybody is so sad.
Doesn't a person get wise,
Grow up a little bit?
Sooner or later, like a volcano,
Doesn't this insidious fire die down slowly?