I open the door... Walk in the passage
And I take the cricifix in my hand
Rooms... Stairs... And silence... Around me!!
Perhaps... I'm alone... And I can escape
From this mournful place

All is closed... Doors and windows
I'm condemned to wait her return
I shall come back in my room

I hear someone open the door
She enter with sirene mien
To say me "Good night" but before
Coming out... She looks my cricifix...
And she says:
...