Beauty of despair, the grace of defeat and something very dangerous is strengthening in its grip.

There was a young woman of high aristocracy, born to the landlord and his lady,

She fell madly in love with a man of higher standing from across the seven seas- a landlord who had achieved enormous might,

 

He loved her so much day and night,

He would run his fingers down her spine,

And he would chain her up with his love each night.

 

The charm of his smile blurred all of his lies,

And in the meantime, their love rose to great heights,

Their love story was famous worldwide.

 

But the young lady knew not that there was another woman from the downtown brothel,

Who had caught his eye with her coquettish behavior and vibe,

He made her his mistress,

And now, she was in his life,

 

One fine evening while the young lady was waiting for him at the table,

A news broke to her that he was with his mistress along the riverside,

That night, grievously she cried, cried, and cried,

 

She wrote a letter to his mistress,

And then finally he arrived,

Angrily, he told the young lady ''you are not right''

And left her in turmoil,

The young lady stood there numb and cold,

Gracefully carrying their defeated love in her soul,

 

The beauty of her despair spread worldwide,

They gossiped about her defeated love all the time,

In Spain, they say she is with that blond guy from up high,

Not true indeed,

 

Wearing a black gown,

The young lady still chants his name to this day,

Like a nightingale ablaze,

From her grave.

Done