Don’t you see in the sky a star,
That so beautiful, smiles with its glow?
Don’t you see that the missed night,
Teary,
Proud you the faces of love?
I gave my soul for you,
I delivered it for you with the most placid calm,
My life, my breast, my love!
What life is this? ! Life to love!
for the world, indifferent already I am.
You are the star that killed the hope
And stole me the faith,
Leaving me to die of love!
Translated by Nelson Francisco de Andrade
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It is sad that the star, which should be the sign of hope and light, has killed the hope and love. It's life which leaves us to die of love.