I lived for my art, I lived for love, 
I never did harm to a living soul! 
With a secret hand 
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of. 
Always with true faith 
my prayer rose to the holy shrines. 
Always with true faith 
I gave flowers to the altar. 
In my hour of sorrow why, why, o Lord, 
why do you reward me thus? 
I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle, 
and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven, 
which smiled with more beauty. 
In my hour of sorrow, why, why, o Lord, 
why do you reward me thus?