Who dreams of laurels ?
This i am not destined for
Who dreams of myrtle ?
I turn my back on the world
I am assailed by doubt
Don´t you remember
O desired form ?
I am assailed by doubt
I no longer hope for pity
See my cruel adventure
And as here nothing endures
Neither light nor new beauty
What´s left of our tenuous faith ?
Listen, strange sphinx
I speak only to tell the truth
Listen gentle creature
My heart wounds my consciencie
Sweet torment
Sweet torment
Even the world trembles
Song of my cruel adventure
You know how here nothing endures
Neither light nor new beauty
What´s left of our tenuous faith ?
Song of my cruel adventure
You know how here nothing endures
Neither light nor new beauty
What´s left of our tenuous faith ?
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