He already feels that you are extinguished in his bosom, Vital flame, that gives light to his spirit, His body strength, youth to his soul Your warmth will no longer temper his blood, For the frozen winter, nor will you make his heart beat, Already lacking breath and hope Mute, blind, insensitive, without joys or torments, It will be like a star that is extinguished And only lost goes through the expanse of the sky Ambos errantes polo mundo andamos I as nosas forzas acabando van Mais ¡ai!, ti nela atoparás descanso, I eu tan sóio na morte o hei de atopar Morte negra, morte negra, Cura de dores e engaños