AMAZINE (The Moon)

One who loves beauty must suffer the pains that come with it

Queen of beauty
Silhouette of a gazelle
Your parents betrayed us
To break our souls

You vanished like the moon
In my eyes, all is darkness
My days are tarred
Winter or summer
With grief and melancholy
My heart is filled

Why my God, why Destiny?
Those who created my misfortune
Have left me like a madman
And my face is frightening
Everything I built
The waves have in one day destroyed

Be glad, and turn the page.
Such is the condition of men
Our ship is wrecked
And our happiness is at the bottom of the pit
Suffering is bitter
Those who wounded us have won the game