Here is my pure translation: Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Sorrow of love lasts all of life. I have left everything for the ungrateful one, Sylvie. She leaves me and takes another lover. Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Sorrow of love lasts all of life. "As long as this water will run sweetly toward this meadow which borders on the prairie, I will love you," Sylvie would repeat to me. The water still runs but she has changed. Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Sorrow of love lasts all of life.
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