Primavera [English translation]

All the love that had tied us,

as if it was of wax,

was breaking and crumbling down.

Ai, tragic Spring

how I wish, how I wish that we

had died on that day

And I was comdemd to so much

to live with my crying

to live, to live, and without you

Living, however without forgetting the enchantment

that I lost that day

hard bread of loliness

that’s all we get

that’s all we are given to eat

What does the heart matter,

whatever it says, yes or no,

if it keeps on living

All love that had tied us,

was breaking and crumbling down,

was turning into dread

No one should talk to about Spring

how I wish, how I wish that we

had died on that day.