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English translation;
The rose blooms in May
My soul darkens, suffering from love
Suffering from love
Nightingales sing, sighing of love
And the passion kills me, my pain increases
my pain increases
Come more quickly, my dove
More quickly to me
More quickly you my soul, because I feel myself dying
I feel myself
dying
The rose blooms in May
My soul darkens, suffering from love
Suffering from love
Suffering from love