Ironia [English translation]

How ironic on life's part that loves hurts night and day

that it makes you happy in excess or breaks you down in pain

Now that you're not going to be with me

now that I'm just going to be your friend

light up the distance, light up the pain

How to forget, how to go back

How ironic on love's part

How ironic, if it's life flooded by pain

Love glorified, love tore away from us

So many laughs, so many tears

Why would I cry? Why would I sing? It's going to kill us

How ironic, what a way to cry, for a love

and in my sad hands, I keep the emptiness of your scent

and I only wait now, my love, for the breaking dawn

Like heaven and hell

your love hurts and it's so tender

I'm so full of your life and empty of your love

and it's so absurd that being in love

how sad, my love, is to be separated like this

and forgive my insistence but I'm dying of pain

How to forget, how to go back

How ironic, on love's part

How ironic, if its life flooded by love

Love glorified, love condemned us

One loves to be alive and one dies in the void

In love's wars

How ironic, what a way to break down, my love

and in my sad hands, I keep the emptiness of your scent

And I'm only waiting now, my love...

Breaking dawn, you keep love's secret

I'm still embracing hope,

embracing madness, how ironic on life's part,

breaking dawn, what is love's secret?

I'm still hoping, or perhaps it's just madness,

What can I do, what is love's secret?