In the end, nobody will know what you had gone through,
Neither your flaws will matter, nor your beauty, but the soul?
Yes! The soul will ache to stay remembered, into the silent prayers,
And the dull nights! Indeed, the eyes will be closed, you’ll know—
What is going on around you? People in blacks, people in whites,
Sorrows and cries, but you’ll be free to fall in any corner of the world
Because you won’t be alive, and for that moment—you’ll be happy for
Being free but chained with the desire of not leaving yet.