It is this love that it lights to the heart,
and the same love will be my perdition.
I was convicted to love you without reason,
it is a charm of death and of pain.
And it will drink my blood, and you will drink my love.
Nothing will prevent from loving you, from being mine,
if it covers for my veins the passion.
We are blood heirs,
in death and in life,
we are heirs of a love.
It is your beauty the proprietor of my voice,
the same star that intimidated me,
it was my destination written with passion,
and with sighs, to save you prevented me.
And it will drink my blood and you will drink my love.
Nothing will prevent from loving you, from being mine,
if it covers for my veins the passion.
We are blood heirs,
in death and in life,
we are heirs of a love ...

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