[listen]
Lamento ................ ..............
In the distant forest where an owl sounds, I hear the rhyme
old ... and the call of the cuckoo. Las
! my candle is out, and I have the flame
To overcome the grief that I grieve the soul.
My loved ones are gone, one day, I do not know where to
sobering - perhaps - a half-mad world ... Leaving me alone
place beset by long hours
Who petrify the space where my dwelling burrows.
Then froze the slow swaying
From my hollyhock mourning sky!
My life has been a dream of existence
Rocked sometimes evening of immense pain,
The wave of rumors of leaves in the woods and the mist
crying where you lose the vote.
In the distant forest where an owl sounds, I hear the rhyme
old ... and the call of the cuckoo. Las
! my candle is out, and I have the flame
To overcome the grief that I grieve the soul.
My loved ones are gone, one day, I do not know where to
sobering - perhaps - a half-mad world ... Leaving me alone
place beset by long hours
Who petrify the space where my dwelling burrows.
Then froze the slow swaying
From my hollyhock mourning sky!
My life has been a dream of existence
Rocked sometimes evening of immense pain,
The wave of rumors of leaves in the woods and the mist
crying where you lose the vote.
[1848-50?]
