Anonyme: Fenesta che lucive - Roberto Alagna

Window, you that shone earlier and now not anymore

it’s a sign that my love is sick

Her sister comes out saying: your love is dead and buried.

She always cried for she slept alone

now she sleeps with the dead

Go to the church, open the coffin.

See how’s she now.

From her mouth flowers grew, now only worms.

oh pity