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Translation
I can't tell you what sorrow is like
It was some time long ago
when the bloomed flowers withered
you were the most beautiful girl then
now I can't remember which Spring it was
And it's like I'm fighting in vain
I was born too early for you
I can't tell you what sorrow is like
hold it against me, but believe me
I'm one master's servant
so my soul's abstaining, so my soul's abstaining
itself from you, my dewy flower
If only the clink of ducats
from your vest could wake me up
so I could judge myself
for falling in love with you, for becomming ill
And it's like I'm fighting in vain
I was born too late for you
I can't tell you what sorrow is like
hold it against me, but believe me
I'm one master's servant
so my soul's abstaining, so my soul's abstaining
itself from you, my dewy flower
I can't tell you what sorrow is like
hold it against me, but believe me
I'm one master's servant
one hand is begging, the other carries wealth
but there's no peace within my soul
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Submitted by 
MayGoLoco on 2011-11-21
MayGoLoco on 2011-11-21Added in reply to request by 
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