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 soldiers without weapons
who have been dressed up for a different fate
why should they get up in the morning
when night finds them idle, uncertain
say these words, my Life, and hold back your tears
there is no happy love
my beautiful love, my dear love, my tear
i carry you within me like a wounded bird
and those without knowing watch us pass by
repeat after me these words I braided together
which for your big eyes died straight away
there is no happy love
by the time we learn to live it’s already too late
let our hearts cry in unison at night
how much unhappiness it takes for the least song
how many regrets to pay for a thrill
how many tears for a guitar 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 wither
and no greater than you the love for the country
there is no love which does not live from weeping
there is no happy love
but it is our love to the two of us