Оригинален текст
Enchanted thoughts are useful
in a mind teared by time,
that don't give space anymore
for useless sensations.
Is peace, is waiting
(forget the fear)
void is my soul
(let yourself go)
waiting for its end.
By this time extinct is the hope,
a shadow that from the void
is coming toward me
with my life in its hand.
Is distress, not pain,
(now you're with me)
its face is in my eyes
(you ceased to suffering)
that die very slowly