1. They said you woke up, so I said anguish refuses
In my heart, its embers sting and surely burn

2. My tears became restless, so he confided his secret
Who can compare to him in love and not be restless?

3. My heart is blamed for love, but it's my wretchedness
In fact both, each leads me to perdition

4. Say, what seems to you, blaming or advising?
The decree of love, so I'm its prisoner, not freed