Heart of the heartless world,Dear heart, the thought of youIs the pain at my side,The shadow that chills my view.
The wind rises in the evening,Reminds that autumn's near.I am afraid to lose you,I am afraid of my fear.
On the last mile to Huesca,The last fence for our pride,Think so kindly, dear, that ISense you at my side.
And if bad luck should lay my strengthInto the shallow grave,Remember all the good you can;Don't forget my love.
