We have crossed through storms
And so many ancient and hard trials
And a clear help from an invisible caress
Of a guardian

Worthy is the life of the one who is awake
But even more of the one who becomes wise
And then rejoins His joy
Praise, Praise to the Undefiled

And how many useless characters I have worn
I and my person, how many have we endured
Hell is arid
Sterile is its path

How many miracles, designs, and inspirations
And then the suffering that makes you blind
In the falls, there is the reason for His Absence
The clouds cannot annihilate the Sun
And Paganini knew it well
That the devil is left-handed and deceitful
And plays the violin

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES