One day I saw you in heaven,
Too far away, too near the day
I possess in my heart of hearts;
That the soul transferred its weight
To the other side that considered death.
A dire warning was transmitted to
The other side, but nobody listened,
Only the flame was awake, the soul
Was on alert and in alarm,
One heart was enough to manners.
The life of sin is the death of you,
Those warn me, but it is not your soul
That the mind or body possesses.
It is the sin that perishes, the sins
That perish, waking you in the sleep.
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