Oh, where do I go, O God, to whom should I tell my sorrow that the sorrow of my tongue is burning, why should I bring it to my lips that the fire inside me has burned to my bones, it is I who has lost gambling and made the breeze
of the nest,
where should I go, O God, to whom should I tell my sorrow that the sorrow of my tongue has burned, why should I bring it to my lips that the fire inside me has burned to my bones, it is I who has lost the gambling, I have made the breeze of the nest,
and I am mad, I cry drunk, the companion of my nights, oh my sigh . In the taverns, the hand of my longing is forever, oh my crazy sigh, my drunken crying, the companion of my nights, my sigh is on the door of the taverns, it is forever the hand of my wishing, oh, I am the one who has made the lost gambler a breeze,
oh where should I go, God, to whom should I tell my sorrow that the sorrow of my tongue burns, why should I bring it to my lips that the fire inside me burns to my bones, it is me who has made the lost gambler a breeze,
this is me. Who has made the lost gambler a breeze
