1. The days pass by, O pillar of the state
You who guarantee my success

2. I complain, a slain man complaining
In the grip of stinginess, longing for a sword

3. It's unfair that you seem so near
Yet I'm displaced, pulled far and wide

4. Had I been left to my own devices
I'd have come to you night and day

5. A bird in flight needs its wings
To battle the skies, there's no other way

6. It's said a wounded man won't fear
The blow that comes his way

7. My cheeks are bruised from stolen kisses
My hands as light as a feather in the wind

8. Exiled from you until I found
No comfort but in apples

9. And when you offer that, it's as though
You offer rest, and salted cheeks

10. How many cheeks are never veiled
How many wines undrunk for fear...