take bread away from me, if you wish,

    take air a

    do not take from me your laughter.

    Do not take ahe rose,

    t you pluck,

    ter t suddenly

    bursts forth in joy,

    the sudden wave

    of silver born in you.

    My struggle is harsh and I come back

    ired

    at times from having seen

    th,

    but ers

    it rises to the sky seeking me

    and it opens for me all

    the doors of life.

    My love, in t

    er

    opens, and if suddenly

    you see my blood staining

    tones of treet,

    lauger

    will be for my hands

    like a fresh sword.

    Next to tumn,

    your laug raise

    its foamy cascade,

    and in the spring, love,

    I  your laughter like

    ting for,

    the rose

    of my ecry.

    Laug t,

    at t the moon,

    laug ted

    streets of the island,

    laug this clumsy

    boy who loves you,

    but when I open

    my eyes and close them,

    weps go,

    urn,

    deny me bread, air,

    light, spring,

    but never your laughter

    for I would die.