No more ambition, no more ripple
My life is, is a fallen kite.
I descend from sky snapping ties
and here people laugh and scorn
at my fragile existence.
I have on friend, no company
My life is, is a fallen kite.
Oh! where is my prince of dream
I desire to dedicate myself to you.
Here I stand like a shadow
to the withered leaves
and a mirror of my tears
that compose my dirge.
This is my appearance,
this is my colour,
the cruel destiny
of a ostracized widow,
my life is, is a fallen kite.
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