Until now alone, a stranger to life
No other like him, without love, without a friend.
Have pity on me, my heart has submitted to you
Dispel my regrets when night falls.
Far from the eyes of this world hides my madness
Which relentlessly pursues this cherished dream
The brilliant memory of that pretty girl
An apparition that sings, that sparkles,
And leaves behind a pungent scent
Mixed with flowers; of flesh are you really?
This is the story of a Belle of the Night,
A gift from heaven when midnight strikes
Who changes the night and a happy day,
A blessed moment, with which I am in love.

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