Parting

You couldn't or didn't want To feel my languor Your intoxicating body And you spare your heart for another But when, before trouble I grow weak, gritting my teeth You won't come to moisten My parched lips with water And you will soon forget me And I, free, will not think Of the sweet girl with whom I suffered unbearable pain In the hours of my final effort When even angels shine Your shining wings Will not flutter before me To greet joyful victory My jubilant banner You will not raise in the roar of brass With your gentle hands And you will soon forget me And I, free, will not think Of the sweet girl with whom I suffered unbearable pain