Frottola

I no longer buy hope
For it is false merchandise,
I only wait to give away
The little that remains to me.

I no longer buy hope
For it is false merchandise.

Dear, once I bought it,
Now I sell it cheap
And I strongly advise
That no unfortunate person buys it
But rather in its state
Remain steadfastly.

I no longer buy hope
For it is false merchandise.

Hoping is like a dream
That often ends in nothing,
Hoping is the need
Of those who play with the wind,
Hoping often cancels out
Those who continue their dance.

I no longer buy hope
For it is false merchandise.