As a boy I stole their fruit,
then I got kicked in the ass.
Then I was called an arch scoundrel
because I touched their daughter.
The reputation I had,< br/>has been on the street for a long time, just like me.
They know me in this city,
it is better that I leave her.
My parents are still with me,
I do not heed their sorrow.
They live in my swinedom.
And if my mother has waited another night
when I did not come home,
then she whines and then I rage and curse and roar with all my might. It is better that I leave her. I found my love in this country, it was May all along the Spaarne.
Once our bed was the North Sea beach,
but otherwise I remain silent, it is over.
Yet she always remains close to me,
I am incapable of parting.
/>So neither of us are free,
it's better that I leave her.
Yes Prince, you said that right,
God is love, nothing else.
That is good, but I am bad
since those who were dear to me left me,
since those who were faithful to me betrayed me.
But I want love and not hate,
/>so if life doesn't offer that,
it's better that I leave it.
It's better that I leave it,
it's better that I leave it...