Fenesta Vascia

Broken window, cruel mistress
How many sighs you made me throw!
My heart burns, like a candle
Beautiful, when I hear you calling!
Oh, take the experience of the snow!
The snow is cold and makes you suffer
And you, why are you so harsh and cruel?!
You see me dead and don't want to help me!?

I wanted to become a little boy
With a slingshot to throw water
To get me out of these little palaces
Beautiful women of mine, ah! Who wants water
If a little girl throws it from up there
Who is this boy who throws water?
And I answer, with clever words
They are tears of love and not water!