Since you have been gone, I'm living all alone with my sorrow
I get jealous about where you are, with whom you are
Are those deeply dark eyes looking around to her or to her?
Is now someone else grasping that thin waist?
That shiny, shiny hair, is it waving around again? (Or: "...curling again?")
These very soft hands, do they know another hand?
I'm jealous, I'm jealous
I dive into my sorrow and burn
Those deep dark eyes,...
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...
...
Will love's ache fire my heart like coal?
Will my tears drop down like that ad infinitum?
[Repetitions]
- Racism is not far, it is in everybody's nature. Detect thy fears, thy prejudices, and live in unison with these fears and every being that does not harm thee.