Those that I have much love
Do not know what I feel and what I am ...
They do not know now, one day, the pain
To my door, and that day came.
And since then is that I feel this fear,
This goes cold on me, and froze
What good Lord gave me!
If I do not know where to walk and where I go!
 

I feel pain in the footsteps of this cadence
What is already endless torture, which is madness!
What is already mad urge to scream!
And it's always the same hurt, the same boredom,
The same anguish deep, hopeless,
Walking behind me, leave me not!