Washing my sins with pities
That bring both sad and bitter end
The situation would be so happy
The world done in error, vacancies tears
And so often atrocious tone dash
The table woven meekness
If I want to love and even damnation
This is where it becomes a firm voice,
Auguries between dreams, vile path,
Reviews customary and journeys
Indeed among many ill-fated,
So maybe make me happier.
Repair the shadow of this excuse mist,
And all this in vain hope fades away...