Man never truly possesses anything Neither his strength, nor his weakness, nor his heart And when he opens his arms His shadow is that of a cross And when he tries to embrace happiness He crushes it His life is a strange and painful divorce
There is no happy love
His life resembles those soulless soldiers Who have been groomed for a different fate Why should they rise in the morning When nighttime finds them disarmed, uncertain Say these words and hold back your tears
There is no happy love
My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart I carry you in me like a wounded bird Those who unknowingly watch us walk by Repeat after me my words and sigh They have already died in your bright eyes
There is no happy love
By the time we learn to live It's already too late Our hearts cry in unison at night It takes many a misfortune for the simplest song Many regrets to pay for a thrill Many a tear for a guitar's melody
There is no happy love
There is no love which is not pain There is no love which does not bruise There is no love which does not fade And none that is greater than your love for your country There is no love which does not live from tears
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