I could never throw Love out of the window.
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.