(*Gastone de Murta / Marie… !
My voice, do you hear
His pain...Or not?
Yours are shooting
And I, crazy girl, am waiting for you!
Forget.. .
Or no longer live
Now, except
The night...the night...the night...
Ah!...
Turn off the stars
With the pale ray of the moon
Love cries
That launches like the wave then goes away
Empty, the night
And its short hope
Now the bitter cry flows
A wounded, desperate heart passes here
So you fled
Empty dreams
So get lost
The brief whirlwinds
Forget...
The stars go out...ù

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