But I think too much about us. Maybe I see, that I was crying. Why I love this. And I pity and sympathy for you people as my husband. I feel hurt about our love.
But I thought a lot about it; Perhaps I see and I'll sing, Why is my love for this man and I went and saw your man is my husband. I feel less sure about our love.
but I don't think much about it. Maybe I can see a picture of me, and then I cried, Why did the love of this I was, and I was poor and the people you touched me. I was her husband's to be petulant about the feeling of love we