Farewell past, happy dreams of days gone bye
The roses in my cheeks already are faded.
Even Alfredo's love is lacking,
To comfort and uphold my weary spirit.
Oh, comfort, sustain a tired soul,
And may God pardon and make her his own
Ah, all is finished
The joys, the sorrows will be soon over,
The tomb confines all mortals
Neither tears or flowers will my grave have
No cross with a name that covers my bones!
Oh, comfort, sustain a tired soul,
And may God pardon and make her his own
Ah, all is finished.