My mood is sorrowful and cold, but not because of the autumn's clouds and the rain
There's a kind of winter in your tone with such clouds that cannot be found [even] in a thousand skies
My mood is gloomy, my breaths are cold, my heart is full of pain, I have a lot of pain in my chest to unburden
A dark night, missing the beloved, a heart full of pain; that's the mood of not having the wine and the wine-bearer around
How impatiently I wait without your passion, and how unkindly cruel you are
How immensely I want you to be here, how eagerly do you sing of separation
I and my [musical] instrument, I and my pain, I and your sighs and the glass full of wine that you broke
I and a bad mood and this wine and you and the wine, I being used to it
You and the wine, I being used to it
My happiness has gone with the wind, and your hairs are dancing frivolously in the same wind
Silence of the night, close to you, a word of silence from you, what a feelings has it brought to the night
How impatiently I wait without your passion, and how unkindly cruel you are
How immensely I want you to be here, how eagerly do you sing of separation
I and my [musical] instrument, I and my pain, I and your sighs and the glass full of wine that you broke
I and a bad mood and this wine and you and the wine, I being used to it
You and the wine, I being used to it
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