IN ASHES HAS BECOME MY YOUTHFUL WOOD

IN ASHES HAS BECOME MY YOUTHFUL WOOD

Has begun falling down the rain today,

Over the cliff of my sorrow.

I am alone, here, waiting for tomorrow

While the sunshine makes now wine

The sea, in a new twilight,

And I try to imagine

Watching me, your fleeting glance… 

… Beholding me behind the rocks where we

Have lost, three nights before, our maidenhood,

Where you got me pregnant, abandoning,

Later on, your dream, with her gloomy death.

Now I ask myself if I ought to dance,

With your soul, with your body, the last waltz

To leave you in the beach, crying for me

Cause of in ashes, this night,

Has become my youthful wood.