Endless Solitude کے بول

My soul goes through the long nights In search of that sweet and beautiful goddess... Like a sacred pearl which man will never be able to cut That fine silk purple curtain, Which separate my anxcious soul From its magnificent and frail body... I chant songs of pain, suffering and desires Through the curtain I try to touch your figure I approach your ardent and sensual lips, However, you keep still, insensitive... I see lots of tears and ashes in my journey, I see suffering in your way Tomorrow without flowers and without birds... Without hope, without life, filled with anguish With endless solitude... Yes, always live in sorrow Here's the fate that the eternal gods, of careless existence Endowed to the unhappy mortals