Tonight, I can’t close the shutters,

The garden burns, the smoke enters my room

Tonight I can’t talk to you my love,

My fiancé discovered our secret

He set fire to the house in which I had taken refuge

He told me you’re just a dream I’m having because I hate him,

Because I don’t love him, but he’s taking me to the asylum

Because I don’t love him, that he’ll let me burn in vain there

Tonight I can’t close my bedroom door,

All my communications have been cut off

It’s a matter of day before my poetry dies

Send me a sign, a letter, save me from fire

My fiancé set fire to the house in which I had taken refuge

He made me promise that you are only a dream, that only he will save me

He locked me up in the asylum far from poetry, far from the sky, far from you,

All my means of communication have been cut off,

It’s a matter of days before I can no longer write

Send me a sign, a letter, save me from this fire

If you love me: my fiancé has discovered our secret,

Send me a sign, send me a letter, tonight the fire is burning my life