| The Teardrop Fall | |
| In the forest | |
| Where the green and sinister luxuriance | |
| Engulfs the rays of light | |
| And climbing plant scale the walls of fortresses | |
| Raced by the pass of centuries | |
| The old trunks emain, inmutable | |
| Since the vassals rendered homage to their lords | |
| During that misterious hour | |
| Where the frontiers between night and day hides | |
| I found a neat and luminous presence | |
| Of sad feminine beauty | |
| Postrated on a huge stone | |
| Near a lake of eternal waters | |
| Where the souls sail and sink | |
| A cold and petreous tear | |
| Stands within slime | |
| And the rain's ashes | |
| A maiden cries | |
| And there's no solace | |
| For such a deep sorrow | |
| She mourns the death of mankind | |
| She weeps for the lovelorn | |
| She weeps for the drowned men | |
| Drowned in the depths of this lake | |
| With no destiny | |
| Never to emerge | |
| An angel cries | |
| And there's no solace | |
| For such a deep sorrow | |
| Her tear falls | |
| And reflects over the waters | |
| Before crowning the lake | |
| With a diadem of shy waves | |
| A tear falls from my maiden | |
| Fallen tear from my angel |