I am the one that in world is lost,
I am the one that in life has no north
I am the sister of the Dream, and this sort
I am the Crucified ... the painful ...

Shade of faint mist
And that the bitter fate, sad and strong,
Impels brutally to death!
The soul mourning always misunderstood! ...

I'm the one that goes and nobody sees ...
I'm the one they call sad, without being ...
I am the one, Crying without knowing why ...

I am perhaps the vision that anyone dreamed,
Someone who came into the world to see me
And never in my life found me!