Translation
The sky too will hit the ground
Recall my voice
Should a melancholy tune arise
I'm that expensive poem
Who's separated from all cheap things
Whatever I may be, I'll be more beautiful with you
So congratulate the man who is in love with you
I shine on the poem of your figure
I read you line by line
Without you, without your presence that lights up the nights
Without the sharp fever of your garment
Have no doubt, not only me but even the sky will fall down
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