The trees are in silence but I cannot sleep.
My dreams are far of here. I think
About the past which was so happy,
Can’t it forgotten. The shadow
Of gloomy covers me… I must
Put off it but I have to thrust
That you will come to me this night
And want to hesitate my mind.
Oh, God! Oh, Devil! Say me why
I have all night to suffer of cry,
Of thoughts which don’t let me to sleep,
Trying to make my brain been steered!