Break open my heart
and see who`s in there.
It`s you, you`ll see, deep in there;
deep inside everywhere!
Tell you, tell you something;
this is a poor lover
who loves to love and greatly suffer!
(Chorus)
When I say, I love you;
I mean it and mean it truly.
When you hear them, hear the sound
that flows with all my blood!
Who cares if this comes as a curse!
And I burn in the fire of pain!
I`ve bitten and I`ll bite that old apple;
poison may lie in the sweet fruit supple!
I`ve never been an impostor;
I fear the perdition!
The golden words of a preceptor
pulls me away from such an ugly rendition!
Breaking a heart is more sinful
than wrenching the heaven from Gods!
Suffering this pain is more painful
than what`s awarded to sinners by the hell`s lords!
No matter I drown deep in tears;
when you`re sad, I won`t ever say cheers!
A true lover is never way too clever!
A true lover cannot be ever a sinner!
When I say, I love you;
I mean it and mean it truly.
When you hear them, hear the sound
that flows with all my blood!
Who cares if this comes as a curse!
And I burn in the fire of pain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem