Do you know what it is to love?
To cry in your loneliness alone,
to sigh for him round the clock,
and let it be an unfulfilled dream.


Do you know what it is to love?
Everywhere you see his face,
with kisses in your mind to sprinkle it,
and to call him with a pleading cry.


Do you know what it is to love?
To feel like you're dying in the night,
with tenderness from the heart to swear to him,
and let him be far from passion.


Do you know what it is to love?
To feel the trembling of the heart,
to think you can't even breathe,
if he is not with you, everything will die.


Do you know what it is to love?
To faint, to burn in pain,
to gather dust in your soul,
to expect it, to weep with difficulty.


Do you know what it is to love?
To rejoice that he is alive now,
in front of him you are thinking of undressing,
and let everything be the colour of joy.


I know what it's like to love!
Let there be nothing else in the world---
except for the man to take a shower with
caresses---burning even before death!