My dream if it woke up When feeling the cold that if it spread in the night The rays that it cleared my circuit It was her! The most beautiful woman It was her! My angel of the cemetery For the pale, gold lips of blood A woman shadow, are face completely Overflow as drops of a fallen cup They were just threads of tears That are took a bath his/her face. Quiet lonely the edge of the lake Waiting the day to fall to meet again My goddess, my angel, my blood, my soul Waive for me! I listen a funereal song from a distance A shady song As the wind the night Singing smoothly with the withered flowers of the death It was her! The most beautiful woman It was her! My angel of the cemetery Refrão1x