This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel.How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising without me,and falling too. How many friendsI never had the chance to meet.

I was born not late and not early,This time is blessed and meet,Only God did not allow a heartTo live long without deceit.And from this it is dark in the light room,And from this do the friends I've sought,Like the sorrowful birds of evening,Sing of love that was not.

But what would it have cost you to make people happy and agree that you'd had an affair?" She replied very gravely, "I have lived my own unique life, and my life lacks nothing; it has no need to borrow from other people

With pride your spirit is darkenedFor this you won't know world at all.You say that this faith is a dreamAnd mirage is this capital.You say that my country is sinful,Your country is godless, I scream.May the guilt still lie upon us --We can correct and redeem.Around you are water and flowersWhy seek a beggar and sinner, my dear?I know that you're sick very badly:You seek death and the end you fear.

Let love be the gravestoneLying on my life.