Of triumphs the remote echoes
in the wind whisper the name "Hesperia"
Your laurel is my torment
Daughter of the divine word
tear and set this on fire pious soul
You are Hesperia
Silence,
hard as flint,
the gift of the one who from monarch, for my love became a woman
To the rippling waters of Styx,
pregnant with penitent shadows,
the shadowed gaze she now turns
If the seed of such pain was celestial,
how come future laurels
do not flee from heart with oblivion
the longing to hesitate,
the longing to escape,
the longing to fail,
this longing to exist?
Songs of future honors
from Rome they recite the name âHesperìaâ
Your laurel is my torment
Daughter of the divine verb
tear and set my soul on fire
br/>You are Hesperia
Hesperia
[English translation]
Of remote triumphs the echoes,
In the wind they whisper the name âHesperiaâ.
Your laurels is my torture
Daughter of the divine word,
You tear apart and set on fire this spirit of mine.
You are Hesperia
Silence,
As hard as flint,
The gift of she who became woman
From monarch, for my love
To the rippled waters of river Styx,
Fraught with repentant shadows,
Her shadow gaze she now turns
If heavenly was the seed of such a grief,
Why the laurels to come
Canât banish from my heart, with oblivion,
The lust for hesitating
The lust for escaping
The lust for failing
This lust for being alive
Songs of distant honors
From Rome, they declaim the name â Hesperiaâ
Your laurels is my torture
Daughter of the divine word
You tear and set on fire my soul
You are Hesperia
Hesperia

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