Who made you unhappy, my Queen?
Who flooded your heart with sorrow?
I shall tear him apart, my majesty, my Queen
Cancelling him by the justice and horror.

I shall bring you his head
With sweets, nearby.
In his nostrils I shall plant your roses;
Pink and red and heavenly wide. My Queen. My goddess.

Who made you unhappy, My Queen?
Who has sinned the crime against the elevation?
I shall be stopping him for the name of enough
I shall protect you, My Queen, my venus, my seraph.

With my bare hand I shall pull his heart
And in its middle, my note shall say
How much I hoping I could make you joy
How much I hoping you could love me, instead. My Queen.