With my methic face
A wandering Jew, a Greek shepherd
And my hair in the four winds
With my faded eyes
Which make me look like I'm dreaming
I who no longer dream often
With my hands of a marauder
Of a musician and a prowler
Who have plundered so many gardens
With my mouth that has drunk
Who kissed and bitten
Without ever satisfying his hunger
With my face of a metic
Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd
Of a thief and a vagabond
With my skin that rubbed
In the sun of all summers
And everything that wore a petticoat
With my heart which knew how to
Suffer as much as it suffered
Without making a fuss
With my soul which no longer has
The slightest chance of salvation
To avoid purgatory
With my metic face
From wandering Jew, Greek shepherd
And my hair to the four winds
I will come, my sweet captive
My soul mate, my living source
I will come and drink in your twenty years
And I will be a prince of blood
Dreamer or adolescent
As you please
And we will make each day
Everything an eternity of love
May we will live to die
And we will make each day
All an eternity of love
That we will live to die.

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