The Cydalises
Edgar Cosma
Where are our sweethearts?
They are in the grave:
They are happier
In a more beautiful place.
They are near the angels,
In the depths of the blue sky,
And they sing the praises
Of the mother of God.
O white fiancee!
O young virgin in flower!
Abandoned lover,
Faded by pain!
Deep eternity
Smiled in your eyes...
Relight the quenched torches
of the world in Heaven.