Carnival Of Love's Pains!

The same blisters, the same irritation,

No shortage of heartache

What you have set on fire,

It is on, not extinguished

Such is your memory, faithful,

So that even death is not separated

I am erased from your memory,

Your memory is not erased from my heart

This is not someone else’s tongue,

My darling! This is my tongue!

That whoever leaned on your door

Did not get up from that door

Don’t smile at my life,

I’m not sad about life

The one who has your grief is 

No less than autumn and spring

I am locked in a cage, gardener,

What do I want from spring?

I have neither grass nor shelter,

So even if autumn comes,

There is no sorrow

The same caravan, the same path,

The same life, the same stage

But in your own place,

Never you, never us

Do not seek me, O beautiful!

I am someone’s good idea,

I have no existence or non-existence!