If you wish that I die

If you wish that I die, love, I'll die;

If you wish that I flee, I'll flee;

If you wish that I weep, I'll weep

The bitterest tears;

But permit that I kiss

Your lips, sweet and tender to kiss!

You wish to damn me? I'll be damned;

You wish to give me wings? I'll fly;

You wish to betray me?

I'll become a husband to deceive.

But permit that I kiss

Your lips, sweet and tender to kiss!