Don't say he loves me as before, br That, as before, he treasures me... br no! He callously destroys my life, br Although I see the knife shake in his hand. br br In anger, weeping, yearning, indignation, br Obsessed and wounded in my soul, br I have no life - I struggle...for him alone I live - br But what a life!.. O, what a bitter life it is! br br How stingily he measures out the air for me... br Less generous than to a mortal foe... br Oh, drawing breath is difficult and painful, br I can still breathe, but I can live no more.