4 acessos
Since, in this slight hour
In my laughter, you haved mixed
All your bitter poison
And in my herat also...
Get thee thence!
Return to your nights
Hence, alone, to your torments...
Henceforth, may my sights
Slumber and be silent
Leave me motionless
On the wave
I would sleep
My memory as
Ash, dishevelled...
I fall...and no one
Comes to raise me
When i am dashed
In your heart
Alas! Living has taugh me nothing...
Henceforth, may my sights
Slumber and be silent
Leave me motionless
On the wave
I would sleep
My memory as
Ash, dishevelled...
Already, i pray...
from the strange abyss...
Already, i pray...
the mortal state...