The doors of the pantheon opened wide,
They buried my love, I swore, never to love again
I reach the tomb, where today he rests in peace
And in his tomb he leave, three carnations and a rose bush
With tears in my eyes, on his tomb I left writing
The carnations are your love, and the rose bush is your oblivion
I left the sad pantheon, I saw the tomb abandoned
My God, keep your love for me, my God collect your soul,
I forgot my handkerchief, when I return for it
I saw that on the cross I wrote, I will never forget you
br/>And I bent down, I picked up the handkerchief, which I had forgotten
And look at the carnations, look at the carnations
But the rose bush was no longer there

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