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With what voice will I cry my sad fate
That buried me in such harsh passion
May death not be the pain that it left me
The time, that left me the time
Of my disillusioned love
Of my disillusioned love

But crying isn’t valued in this state
Where sighing never did any good
I want to live in sadness
Since it turned into sorrow
Since it turned into sorrow
The joy of the past, the joy of the past

From so much pain, the cause is pure love
Because of whom I have absent from me
For whom I risk my life and my goods
For whom I risk my life and my goods

With what voice will I cry my sad fate
That buried me in such harsh passion
May death not be the pain that it left me
The time, that left me the time
Of my disillusioned love
Of my disillusioned love, disillusioned

Thus I pass life discontent
To the sound in this prison of the hard chain
What a pity for the foot that suffers and feels