Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! [...]
Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford.*
I see, I see
The birds will fly with me
But in no robe I´ll find myself a love to be again
So sleep
My friend, poor heart,
No comfort is in you
I see, I see
The birds will fly with me
But in a way that I will seek and see
Your face throughout the stars
My dear, aware of fate we are
Sleep my sweet friend!
Don´t scream, don´t play hard...