Dawn will come soon… In a couple of hours I’ll be executed.
He betrayed me, and therefore I’m imprisoned. Here, I’m treated as if I were a criminal. I eat rotten food and wear ragged clothes; my spirit seems torn into pieces.
He betrayed me, and the death warrant is the result of their intrigues. Silence is my companion here, and I spend long hours staring into total darkness, lying on cold stones and listening to the beating of my pulse. Dawn will put an end to everything… They’ll cherish each other when my despised and humiliated body has been burnt down or dug in the ground… But what is it? I hear the steps…
I’m waiting for the dawn,
The execution is so close…
I dare say, no-one will mourn
Of course!
They’ll take me to the square,
My last trip leads nowhere,
I’m barefooted and barefaced.
I’m all disgrace…
You’ll embrace her gently,
You’ll drink the red wine,
She’s young and eccentric –
Oh, sure! Never mind!
You wait for my sentence,
Love flooding your heart,
But the drink in your glasses
Will turn into blood…
The crowd is going mad,
They’ve come to view a long cruel play.
‘You seem so sad,
My dear, don’t you want to pray?’
When I refuse,
I hear a shot and pain burns my chest.
My nerves work loose,
Oh, I’ve deserved this eternal rest…
But when you come
To tear my dress in order to see
My bleeding wounds,
They won’t seem to be.
You’ll be astounded, and I
Shall give you, dear, my last infernal smile!..