My love it is truly meet

My love it is truly meet

Don’t ponder on what I feel,
with which winds I’m struggling;
don’t ask me where I fall back,
to which hopes I’m hanging on,
which paths I travel

Don’t ponder on whether I’m embittered
in eventides that are mine,
in which rain I wet myself
and if I’ll always going to receive you
deep in my secrets

My love “it is truly meet”,
on the gunwale of loneliness,
to be living for your life;
even if it was gods’ will
to come out on the Mount of Olives
to get your kiss

Don’t ponder on who erred,
I take the blame for everything,
your love passed me by
and my life shifted
to an indifferent role

Don’t ponder on whether I’m floundering
in void surroundings,
do know that I’m glad
even if I think of you
happy with someone else

My love “it is truly meet”,
on the gunwale of loneliness,
to be living for your life;
even if it was gods’ will
to come out on the Mount of Olives
to get your kiss
My love “it is truly meet”,
on the gunwale of loneliness,
to be living for your life;