I was the sun’s golden rose
Rain of wine, bubble of love
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