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Love is a battle without mercy

Without tears of compassion.

Intrigues, snaring, fire of passion… —

Through all the times, in all the verses.

During the starry sleepless nights,

The serenades are sung for Her.

But under cloak the blade does blur

Blood flows as scarlet as the wine.

The Love, the treachery's strong ally

And such al luring as naiads

Seduces us to escapades

And passion's cup becomes so dry

With no regard to young and senior…

But happy is the one, who did surrender!