Travelling through strange illusions,
Where pleasures are only pains,
I see my gloomy destiny,
And on this face I see each night,
To the deadly eyes, in their whole splendour,
Streams of innumerable innocence's tears,
Which spread through the winds...
You, who in the dark have succeded to seduce me,
Get this eternal endearment,
Which sadly lay on upon,
Your black heart and my soul,
Eternally will stay bound,
and in spite of your looks,
Which have never met each other,
I won't forget you.