In the end I never harmed any of you,
when you were down.
I held you high, I drank your pains, it left me dry.
Does that make you Satisfied?

What made perfect sense last night may vanish tomorrow
Fearful of what we did fearful of what they saw
Who knows what pain you hide, tears will never show
Fearful of what we did, fear turns hearts into stones
Maybe silver bruised your skin and freezed you to the bones
When nothingís there to steal when glowingís turned to ghost.
What made perfect sense last night may vanish tomorrow
Fearful of what we did fearful of what they saw
Iím the heat that kept you warm fighting moons in free fall.
Never wished to make you cry what I meant theyíll never know.

IT
Tu che le vanità conoscesti del mondo
E godi nell'avel il riposo profondo,
Se ancor si piange in cielo, piangi sul mio dolor,
E porta il pianto mio al trono del Signor.
Carlo qui dee venir! che parta e scordi omai...
A Posa di vegliar sui giorni suoi giurai.
Ei segua il suo destin, la gloria il traccierà.
Per me, la mia giornata a sera è giunta già!
O Francia, nobil suol, sì caro ai miei verd'anni!
Fontainebleau! ver voi schiude il pensiero i vanni.
Giuro eterno d'amor là Dio da me ascoltò,
E quest'eternità un giorno sol durò.
Tra voi, vaghi giardin di questa terra ibéra,
Se Carlo ancor dovrà fermare i passi a sera,
Che le zolle, i ruscel', i fonti, i boschi, i fior,
Con le loro armonie cantino il nostro amor.
Addio, bei sogni d'ôr, illusion perduta!
Il nodo si spezzò, la luce è fatta muta!
Addio, verd'anni, ancor! cedendo al duol crudel,
Il core ha un sol desir: la pace dell'avel!
Tu che le vanità conoscesti del mondo
E godi nell'avel d'un riposo profondo,
Se ancor si piange in cielo, piangi sul mio dolor,
E il tuo col pianto mio reca appié del Signor.

EN
You who knew the vanities of the world
And enjoy deep rest in avel
If you still cry in the sky, cry on my pain,
And bring my tears to the throne of the Lord.
Carlo here dee venir! that leaves and forgets omai ...
Posa di vigil on his juraes days.
And he follows his destiny, the glory will trace it.
For me, my day in the evening has already arrived!
O France, nobil suol, so dear to my two years!
Fontainebleau! the vices are opened to you.
I swear eternally of love there God listened to me,
And this eternity one day only lasted.
Among you, vague gardens of this Iberian land,
If Carlo still has to stop the steps in the evening,
That the clods, the ruscel ', the sources, the woods, the flowers,
Our harmonies sing with their harmonies.
Goodbye, beautiful dreams d'ôr, lost illusion!
The knot broke, the light is mute!
Goodbye, two years, still! yielding to the cruel duol,
The core has a sol desir: the peace of the avel!
You who knew the vanities of the world
And enjoy in the avel of a deep rest,
If you still cry in the sky, cry on my pain,
And yours with my weeping bears the sign of the Lord.