Remember the sleeping soul, quicken the brain and wake up
contemplating
how life passes, how death comes
so silently
how quickly the pleasure goes away when after it is agreed
it gives pain
like in our opinion any past time
was better
This world is the path for the other that is home
without regret
but it fulfills have good sense to walk this journey
without error
we start when we are born, we walk while we live
and we arrive
at the time we die, so when we die
we rest
The pleasures and sweetness of this hard-working life
that we have
are nothing but corridors and death is the trap
into which we fall
not looking at our destiny we run at full rein
br/>without stopping
and we see the deception and we want to turn around
there is no place
Those powerful kings that we see in scriptures
already past
with cases sad weeping, were their good fortunes
disturbed
so that there is no strong thing, that the Pope, emperors
and prelates
as death treats them like poor shepherds
of cattle
After putting life so many times by its law
on the board
after so well serving the crown of its king
true
after so much a feat that cannot be enough
true story
in his village of Ocaa death came knocking
at his door
Saying good knight, leave the deceitful world
and your flattery
your heart of steel show its famous effort
in this drink
and since you made so little account of life and health
for fame
let virtue strive to suffer this affront that calls you and the soul who gave it to him, which