butler mourned for me, it is as if the butler mourned for me, I am a
wanderer in the desert, I am a madman, I am a night wanderer , you dont know how painful I am, you dont know what painful, you dont know what painful, there is
no drunkenness, for tired hearts , it is as if the butler has broken his legs, it is as if a hundred years have passed. What pain do you have from your youth, O heart! What pain do you have from this lack of happiness, O heart! From this unhappiness came sadness
, like a flood, the madmans heart took my hair, not only water and water, he took all my hair to a desert wanderer, a madman, a night wanderer , you dont know how painful I am, you dont know how painful my
heart is, the passion of my love, I dont know, my dear, but in every look you look, its a diamond. My dear, its like a hundred years, apart from your youth, what pain do you have, my heart, from this lack of appetite?
