You who remain so perfectly cold
Allow my words to exceed
The little reason I hold
When you leave my pain
In disgrace
In front of your indifference
I lose an immense love
For which I had at the start
Like in games of chance
Little chances

Long is the path
That leads me to the new world
As long is the night
That makes me think of you

Even the Princes of the Houses of France
With their magnificence
Will never equal in the end
This pride that plays with insolence
Operas of misery
Will make you glory of hell
Where I'm going to fall on my knees
Discovering the taste
Of absence

Long is the path
That leads me to the new world
As long is the night
That makes me think of you

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