Certainly, my ardor, will succeed the winter
But you do not you tell me what may be eternal!

Long thought, I confess
My nights of feathers
But not promised me good nights only
And in return I had some holy serene

Already very close to sunset
I bless you, O Life
Because you never gave me
Hope tucked
Or unfair work
Nor undeserved penalty
Because I see at the end
So rude journey
That my luck
I was by myself drawn
That if extracted the honey sweet
Or the gall of things
It was because I gave
Or bitter did
When I planted roses
I always harvested roses

I loved, cuddled me the sun, for what?
Life, nothing owe me life, we are at peace!

Long thought, I confess
My nights of feathers
But not promised me good nights only
And in return I had some holy serene

Already very close to sunset
I bless you, O Life
Because you never gave me
Hope mixed up
Or unfair work
Nor undeserved penalty
Because I see at the end
So rude journey
That my luck
I was by myself drawn
That if extracted the honey sweet
Or the gall of things
It was because I gave
Or bitter did
When I planted roses
I always harvested roses