The wait for love, love heals

 

   Verse 1

Let him who has lost so much lose no more.

Let it be enough, love, for what I have endured;

Let it avail me now that I have never tried

To defend myself from what you have desired.

Bridge

I have dressed your temple and its walls

In my wet garments and adorned them,

As happens to one who has already escaped

Free from the storm in which they have lived.

Chorus

If, in your will, I am made of wax,

And I have only your sight for a sun,

Which, to whom it does not inflame or conquer

With its gaze, is outside the sense

Verse 2

I had sworn never again to enter,

With my power and consent,

Into another such danger, as if it were in vain.

Bridge

But I will not be able to avail myself of the one who comes,

And in this I do not break the oath,

For he is neither like the others nor in my hand.

Chorus

If, in your will, I am made of wax,

And I have only your sight for a sun,

Which, to whom it does not inflame or conquer

With its gaze, is outside the senses.

Verse 3

Where does a thing come from that, if it were

Tried and seen by me less often,

As it seems to resist reason,

I would not believe my own senses ?

Bridge

And from afar, I am inflamed

By your ardent sight and so inflamed

That I barely sustain myself in life,

Chorus

But if I am attacked up close

By your eyes, I immediately feel my blood

Curdling in my veins