Among the shadows of my past,
there is a star without redemption
that never knew how to direct my steps
along the way of an illusion.
My eyes never looked up
only to the land where I lived.
and little by little I burnt the hours
that continuously tremble in me.
And because of my eternal sadness
and because of my fatal fate
I am a flower without aroma,
flower of evil 1.
Muddy illusions, it's all a lie,
the lips pretend there is a passion
and now, that I want to erase my track,
I don't find neither the soul nor my pardon.
The strange night
has no aurora,
neither my memories, daybreak,
perhaps life, with its condemnation,
doesn't have in mind that I am female.
And because of my eternal sadness
and because of my fatal fate
I am a flower without aroma,
flower of evil.