O divider of heaven and hell bring relief,
Don?t let us give in to our grief.
How long upon our lives you prey?
Why don?t you hunt our lives? thief?

I wish that fate would cease this carnage,
And to the lovers give their due wage.
In times of youth the rein in my hands,
Now on the saddle, I ride in old age.

If like me, you too fall in this trap,
Hold the wine and cup upon your lap.
We are the lovers, burning our tracks,
Join us, if you can put up with the crap.