I was the sun’s golden rose
Rain of wine, bubble of love
And my palace was youth
When I sang, you dreamed
Blind with delirious illusion
While they clap behind the curtain
At dusk the old God dies
That the victory is great
I was the diva of that nation
My voice filled great theaters
And my palace, so beautiful yesterday
Later it was of loneliness and marble
Among a thousand flags, crosses and skulls
While they clap behind the curtain
At sunset you die, old Europe
And I take refuge in alcohol