Love and death

Hear from a dying man,

Hear his last sound;

This wilted flower

I leave you, Elvira, as a gift.

How precious it is

You should fully understand;

On the day you were mine

I stole it from your heart.

Once symbol of love,

Now pledge of sorrow;

Place once more on your heart

This wilted flower.

And you will have engraved in your heart,

If that heart is not hard,

How it once was stolen,

And how it came back to you.