You dont cry at night, you put your head to bed comfortably , you were the owner of pain, you moan, you dont know about painless pain, you die, O heart, your pain is joy, die, O heart, from which your death is life, I want a heart from which pain rises, burns , loves, sheds tears, dont let the harp of your melody not cause pain, dont make a sound when your incense doesnt burn in the air. Meet Banal, O heart, whose suffering is joy, die, O heart, whose death is life, I want a heart from which pain rises, burns , loves, sheds tears.
