For loving you woman with so much longing, in my fan of worshiping you as a god, now I am unhappy and heaven itself has put a world of oblivion between the two of us.
I cry, I kneel, I sing and I pray before the Christ who me You have to judge, to see if through all this, send an angel to come and comfort me.
Even if the chest of stone torments me, this terrible and atrocious pain, I will love you like my mother and at the same time worship you as a god.
I cry, I kneel, I sing and pray, before the Christ who has to judge me, to see if through all that he sends an angel to come and console me.

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