Art thou really pure? Are thou beautiful? If thou believe in those virtues, Thou must fear the dawn, For suffering rides with the wind
The strenght of beauty brings A grape wine bearing rotten fruits And indeed slaves thy soul. Lock thyself into a convent Condemn thyself to liveth on prayers
Don't give birth to sinners as Everybody else doth But if thou intend to break the laws As a gift a plague I shalt give thee
Thou shouldst be pure as the ice, Pure as the snow, There won't hast places to Hide thyself from the lies If thou insist in follow this way, Search for a fool, Incapable to see difference Between sun and moon Those who hast received my warning Know thee make Angels into demons
God gave thee a face But thou hast painted another one For thine own greedy use Thou hide whereof is inside
Walking slowly, Thou drive men crazy Thou and thy sweet and sublime voice Art as charming as a mermaid A beautiful mermaid and tuneful mermaid
Remember these words, For I'll tell them only once Shame on thine acts. Save what's immortal Because my body's death Will burn only a part of sins
Other marriages won't happen anymore Go and keep with thee The remains of thy life Thou who hast wrought Malice into stupidity And this play hath put me In the role of a crazy actor