(Sor: ) Can't stay here, You have to leave, Nothing seems clear and I feel deceived... Akphaezya and its air rotten by death Faded the flavor of our love until its last breath!
Finally, our passion mourns its apocalypse. All ardor, crumpled and torn... Soon, eclipsed...
(Both: ) Νίψσν ανομήματα μη μόναν όψιν
(Sor: )Νot only the face... (Both: ) Wash the sins... The sin!
(Nimim: ) Ignorant men don't know what good They hold in their hands until they've flung it away... How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong! All collapses in dismay.
Finally, our passion mourns its apocalypse. All ardor, crumpled and tom... Soon, eclipsed...