Everyone likes your bosom,
The kinder your mind is to those hearts.
I thought it was dead,
All I know is that they were dead when they disappeared.
Love and all the love parts of love,
Love, and love all the lovely parts,
All those friends I thought were buried.
And buried friendship are hidden in your arms.
How many sacred and flattering tears
How many sacred tears flow because of sadness
Dear, has religious love been stolen from my eyes
Devotional love was stolen from my eyes.
The interest of the deceased, now appears.
Pay tribute to the dead! I understand now.
But what was hidden in your lies was removed!
They only left me to live in your heart.
You are the grave where love is buried,
You are a fragrant grave, with the kindness of the past,
Hanging my lover's trophy,
Hanging a souvenir card of a dead lover,
I gave you everything;
They gave you all my gifts,
Many of them belong to you now:
You enjoy the love that many people deserve alone.
I see the image of them I love in you,
I caught a glimpse of them in you,
And you, all of them, have all of me.
And you, the sum of them, have my heart.