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