My soul goes through the long nights
In search of that sweet and beautiful goddess...
Like a sacred pearl which man will never be able to cut
That fine silk purple curtain,
Which separate my anxcious soul
From its magnificent and frail body...
I chant songs of pain, suffering and desires
Through the curtain I try to touch your figure
I approach your ardent and sensual lips,
However, you keep still, insensitive...
I see lots of tears and ashes in my journey,
I see suffering in your way
Tomorrow without flowers and without birds...
Without hope, without life, filled with anguish
With endless solitude... Yes, always live in sorrow
Here's the fate that the eternal gods, of careless existence
Endowed to the unhappy mortals
