Play me a Sarabande my Comtessa 
Play  for me a  gypsy violin 
Take me to the wild Romano places I never visited 
Weep no more for me when I am dead 
Take my mouldering ashes my only sweet one
Cast them in the place where the four winds blow 
Let me run the bulls in old Pamplona 
Play the last lament where e'er I go
For I had never seen such rare time beauty
As the one that has my heart and so enthralled
These wings I'll use to fly to her tommorow
As the wild lag do whenever springtime calls
She will take me to her soft and gentle bosum 
And  whisper tenderly that I am hers
I shall rest at peace within her arms forever
As she becomes this inner universe