So far away,
however empty my hands,
I look at her with urgent longing,
as a hungry man looks
a meal
that he cannot carry with him.
Thus in the distance,
lost between anonymity
and the opprobrious oblivion,
I see alone, how your life goes by,
thus oblivious to your laughter and your sorrows,
with the patient resignation
of not being able to aspire
to more privileges with you.
So far away,
I only think of you
and disconsolate I say...
How cruel is my grief!
that, even though I know
that you are the love of my life,
you, you can't live...
a story with me.
