What have you done with my love?
Where are my dreams now gone,
My dreams of youth and joy, of love and delight?
What have you done with my happiness,
That now is just a painful mist?
Don’t you see that still I have my heart,
From all my disillusionment?
I know, in a little room,
Filled with light and life,
Not a shadow of sorrow,
And behind, a little altar
For my devotion
And with a child in the cradle,
Golden like my dream,
And so much laughter and so much sun
And there reigns as owners
Just you and I.
What have you done with so much joy?
It was all a lie,
All a vain illusion,
Nothing is left now
A lie was your love,
And a lie was your loyalty
Only your memory remains
And fixed in my dream
The cruel thorn of your love.
With nothing to expect, what could it be, but to forget…
Drunk with pleasure and with the song that eases my sentence,
I forget my sorrow and even your love.
What have you done with so much joy?…
It was all a lie, all a vain illusion,
Nothing is left now, a lie was your love,
And a lie was your loyalty, only the memory remains
And fixed in my dream the cruel thorn of your love.
What have you done with my love?