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With what voice will I cry my sad fate
That in such a hard passion buried me
May death not be the pain that left me
The time, that left me the time
Of my disillusioned love
Of my disillusioned love

But crying is not valued in this state
Where sighing never benefited
I want to live sadly
Since joy turned into sadness
Since joy turned into sadness
The joy of the past, the joy of the past

So much evil, the cause is pure love
Due to whom I have absent from myself
For whom I risk life and goods
For whom I risk life and goods

With what voice will I cry my sad fate
That in such a hard passion buried me
May death not be the pain that left me
The time, that left me the time
Of my disillusioned love
Of my disillusioned love, disillusioned