mi música en la noche morirá

Serafimo - away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my
husband's absence!

Flowers fades,

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .