My body's made of dust and muddy earth And yet my soul descended from the sky, Love's been my mistress from my very birth And I'll protect it always, till I die. She's like a down that gathers in a pile, Because she's sensitive and pure and light, But if the wind starts blowing for a while, Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight. On our Earth, love is a little shy, People have lost their meaning and are bad, They are attached only to things that lie, Love for some time, and then they all get mad. But I respect my mistress, she's sublime, I'll be her slave until the end of time.