My crazy heart where are you going,
In your immense desire for freedom?
Take caution with reality;
My poor heart looks pier!
Let yourself be quiet! Don't love
The sweet stillness of solitude.
Your pretty unreal chimeras
Not worth the pleasure of a longing!
You call to my chest, black prison! ...
Ah, see well, Oh mad heart
Don't blot from yourself the shine of the moon!
Don't lay your wings to far ...
Let yourself be quiet, sad monk
In the peace of your cell, to sob! ...