Cesare Lombroso. Genius and insanity (№ 366627)

Poison I now for myself made
A few daggers are kept at the breast,
To part with life I much wish,
With a life of sadness and gloomy depression.
Will love you even beyond the grave,
Even dead, all shall love.
About then the bell will sound,
Death to all my offsetting;
The ringing of the funeral you will fly,
Will you listen to him, honey.
Will love you even beyond the grave,
Even dead, all shall love.
To pass you will carry to the grave
The ashes of my in the accompanying motley crowd;
The decrepit priest, perched on the fork,
Eternal memory then crows.
Will love you even beyond the grave,
Even dead, all shall love.