Dark and unforgiving lady,
By men feared and revered,
Patient, you wait for our arrival.
Every night you train us,
Practicing your incessant ritual.
You are the sentence, you are the freedom.
With your singing in the afternoon you lull us,
And you crying in the morning depresses us.
Exquisite nectar that sweetens our lives,
You make farewells so bitter.
Pleasure of gods
Forbidden to men in childhood
Practiced in the wars and in passion.
Loyal friend, you give us company during the day.
At night you everything devour.
Democracy, aristocracy, euthanasia,
Illusions created by men.
Ridiculous mechanisms to destroy the senses.