This is what the fate to be a thief means:
Half a life I’m bound to spend in prison.
The bars’ shade pursues me in each moment,
What I’ve gotten, beloved, is thy love only.
The bars’ shade pursues me in each moment,
What I’ve gotten, beloved, is thy love only.

Maybe, once it’ll happen so, that for all time
I’ll be locked from thee and from the world wide.
But one knows crows aren’t caught by the birders,
Only singing birds are their right objects...
But one knows crows aren’t caught by the birders,
Only singing birds are their right objects...