You are sad and tired, both of us are heartbroken , our hearts are broken, our hearts are filled with sorrow, we are full of sorrow, we are sad in our eyes, we hate
the anxiety in our voice, neither the canary nor the rose, it says cloudy, our air, where is the star that shines on my bitter night, what refuge do you have for my tomorrow, what refuge do you have for my bitter
night,
what hope do you have for my tomorrow, you
and me, you are a prisoner of pain, our hearts are full of yellow flowers, we are both condemned. To your separation, the cold treasure,
both of our lovers, both of them, tired of this night full of shame, all heartless, the heart of the stone, the night full of hatred, the night of deception.
