Il Lacerato Spirito

FIESCO:

To you the final goodbye, proud palace,
Cold tomb of my angel!...
I couldn't protect you!... Oh damn!...
And you, Virgin, did you suffer
Having the virginal crown taken from you?...
But what did I say!... I'm delirious!... oh forgive me!
The torn spirit
Of the sorrowful parent
Was reserved for torment
Of infamy and pain.
The crown to her of martyrs
Mercifully the sky gave...
Restored to the radiance of angels,
Pray, Mary, for me