the tearful eye, the noisy spirit are not enough,
the accusation of hidden love is not enough,
lets go today in the bazaar in chains,
let's go with hands waving, intoxicated, dancing,
let's go with dust on our heads, blood on our sleeves,
let's go the city our love live in,
everyone is watching,
the city's rule, the general populace
the unhappy morning, the day with no purpose,
the arrow of accusation, the stone of abuse
who else beside us in their intimate friend?
who now in our beloved's city is till pure?
who now is worthy of the executioner's hand?
Pick up the burden of the heart,
let's us go, heartboken ones
we are the ones who have to be mudered again, my friends.