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Ask the stars
if they see me cry at night.
Ask if I don't seek
solitude to love you.

Ask the gentle river
if they don't see my love flow.
Ask everyone
if my suffering isn't horrible.

Never forget
that I love you,
that I die for you,
die of love.
Don't want anyone,
don't love anyone,
hear the complaints,
hear the complaints
of a troubadour.

Ask the flowers yourself
if I tell them about my loves,
when in the silent night,
the clasp closes, finally opens.

Ask the birds yourself
if you don't know what love is.
Ask everyone
if I haven't fought against the pain.

Beautiful woman,
flower of flowers,
why don't you come
to console.
There's no one who looks at you
and doesn't sigh,
look, the dawn,
look, the dawn
is breaking now.