אלמנה [Almanah] [English translation]

With a polished ax I'm waiting for my lover,

My rusting conscience will not stop me

In the brushes I'll hide, awaiting my lover

When he will arrive at my house I'll be ready.

(INTERLUDE)

I already packed all that I'll need on the way:

A Bag of ashes, a vial of tears, and my book

In which I'll carefully write every curse, line by line

It's time for me to wander, my forbidden lover !

How sweet for me, to the extent

That tomorrow I will discover no other emotion

All that's left for me is to becry your silence

You are mine

And I am yours alone (1)

And I'll write a final word into my book

While your voice calls from a distance

'Widow'