If sorrow can be shown by somehow in the flesh
Then perhaps you may look at my eyes, and saying why these are so empty
Why do they lack of all hope!
Why do I feel myself now thus?
If I always renounced from this!
Thus beggar appears, causeless and friendless!
For the one who wander in the streets!
In the long and desolate winter night
So, the black flame arrives to me
Now I listen to the funeral carriage's trembling tufts!
Black tears spring up for my cheeks,!
Happened for my wretched sanity
My mind and my soul
Sink at a lay sea of misgivings!
A valley of black souls waits for me
And Wait for you!
When I cross the pale bed of stone
And I would like to escape of this
Desolate landscape!
Of this lake of incomprehension!
Of this endless pain!
Of this drawing of narrow... dissatisfaction!
Of this oblivion... without rest
Forever