Tristana

Sad she is ready for anything
For nothing, for everything
In the mad round she cries softly
Love has killed the words that touch her, touch her
Against your mouth she wants to be laid down

Sad she makes a face,
In front of her mirror
Suddenly embraces the passing shadow
And nothing will ever erase the traces, cowards
Of the blood flowing from broken bodies

Goodbye Tristana
Your heart has grown cold
Goodbye Tristana
God is giving up
Let her go
Let her die
Don't say it
Tristana, it's me!

Sad fate Tristana
You know, believe me
Three little turns, she's gone
Life like that
The most beautiful days end in sorrow, hatred
Why must one pay with their veins

Goodbye Tristana
Your heart has grown cold
Goodbye Tristana
God is giving up
Let her go
Let her die
Don't say it
Tristana, it's me!