El Testamento De Amelia

Amelia is sick, the daughter of the good king.
Counts come to see her. Counts and noble people. Oh, my heart withers like a bouquet of carnations. Daughter, my daughter, what ailment do you complain of? The ailment I have, mother, you know well. Oh, my heart withers like a bouquet of carnations. Daughter, my daughter, you will confess that. When you have confessed, you will make the will. Oh, my heart withers like a bouquet of carnations. I leave a castle to the poor so they may pray to God. Four to my brother Carlos. Two to the Mother of God. Oh, my heart withers like a bouquet of carnations. And to you, my mother, I leave my husband for you to have in your chamber as you have done for a long time. Oh, my heart withers like a bouquet of carnations.