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Adieu |
Goodbye Cry,
cry and your beautiful heart
Moans with my sighs
This is the last song
Of your singer
From my father’s land
I must flee
Let your tears flow,
Marina, farewell
Hear, hear
Among the foliage
The wind moans
The moon hides her face,
A sinister bird shrieks.
Omens, my beloved,
Disastrous and ill-fated
Let your tears flow,
Marina, farewell
Ah! If I ever were to perish
Turn towards the West
You will see the cloudy evening
Colored by the dying sun
Then you will also see my spirit
Let your tears flow,
Marina, farewell.
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