[Carlos / Juan] Whispers from time is heard and embrace dead trees Autumn falls merciless, crossing land: pale season fades man Nothing is done, nothing but dirt, and places damp seize. In flames, you call the heartless, draining mind: bloody No quimeras, only empty blows out of gentle desire Fancy thrusts the mourning mood fairly slow Dissemble hideous beatings steadily arose Suavity holds drums sounds along with dim rays Shame hangs sagacity above groans of grief Liquor spreads nonsense chords in oaks Bride's velvet embraces cold corpses. Oh wind! Carry my conscious. Untie my presence. Struggle with men's contempt Deceive the illusion of being a knight. Effusive delirium states above certainty; All is nothing: truth is a fake. Hoisting sounds from pallid stars Devote sonorous pain to eternal rest Young Faith's sordid smile ponders: Memory in Mausoleum, mendacity in me!