Triste bizi naiz eta hilko banintz hobe,
badauzkat bihotzian, zenbait atsegabe.
Maite bat maitatzen det, bainan haren jabe,
sekulan izaiteko esperantzik gabe.
Bihotz baten lekuan mila banintuzke,
guziak zuretako izango litezke.
Bainan mila lekuan bat bertzerik ez det
har zazu bai maitia, bat hau mila orde.
Neure maite pollita nola zeran bizi?
zortzi egun hauetan, ez zaitut ikusi
uste det zabiltzala, ni gandik igesi
ez didazu emaiten atsegabe gutxi.
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I live sad and it'd be better if I died,
I have so much grief in my heart
The one I love will be never be mine,
I have no hope of that.
If instead of one heart I had a thousand,
they would be all for you.
But instead of a thousand I have but one
take it, my love, this one, for all those other ones.
My beautiful love, what have you been up to?
These last seven days I haven't seen you at all
I think that you are running away from me.
I have no dearth of afflictions because of you.
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