Song of a disillusioned man

"Die!" - the day keeps telling me, tiresome and tedious

"Die!" - the night whispers to me with mystic gloom

And in a burdensome life loaded with anguish

I wander without purpose and with weary feet.

"Die!" - my mind keeps telling me when inside my downcast heart

I had sensed a hint of a bright dream of love.

But you, my gentle friend, my bright-winged angel,

with your tender face, always keep telling me "Live!"

O, how I want to live! How passionately I long for light,

a return of fervent reveries, of that impossible dream!

Tell me how to bring back that fleeting summer.

Tell me how to revive those faded flowers!

Tell me!