When I think constantly of you
How is it possible I am untrue?
This is how love shames me in the end:
Love belongs to the stranger, not the friend.
If I always think of you,
You are a friend, but a stranger, too,
And soon, strange, strange is what you are,
Not the sun I always see, but a mysterious star
That watches me, high, high above
Even when in the dull day I move.
But that star! That distant, looking you
Always looking to see if I’m untrue.
And I am! That’s what humans are!
So I say no to love! I say no to you, the sun, the star
Too beautiful, too strange, too far.
