Patativa

Wake up, songbird, come sing
Remember the early mornings that have passed
And make your window my altar
Listen to my eternal prayer
I live uselessly searching
For someone who understands my love
And I see it's my fate to suffer
It's to endure, not to find
Anyone who gets the troubadour.

I have a never-ending storm in my soul
And a hope you should have for me
The same affection you swore to have
So this suffering of mine can end.

I know you swear cruelly in vain
I know you’ve got your heart locked away
I know you live sadly hiding
That you love another, without wanting to love.

Woman, your whims will prevail
And one day your madness will end
To God, to God, my soul I’ll give
If you belong to another, I swear, I’ll die.

To love, what a beautiful, enchanting dream
More beautiful for those who are loyal in love
And you come dismissing without reason
Me, who cries and searches in vain
For your ungrateful heart.