Please, don't you look at me with faded eyes.
The night is over, dawn is near.
I will not save the linens where you lie,
It will be burnt like all we have done here.
Please, don't you grant me faded flowers.
The Sun is near, the night is going down.
I will not save your victory and power,
It will be burnt like wedding gown.
Please, go away as soon as possible
Like misty dream of aching brain.
I will not save my love and ardency.
And I will cry and fade again.