Amid the gates of healing;
There was to be a serious, the claim;
"I want to finish my thoughts,
what kills me, makes me cry.

Death, poverty, hunger and destruction;
All human evil;
Me and about me contaminates.

Mr. Look-Pagliacci, he'll make you smile
say he i

People in my way;
People disappear;
So death is an integral part of life.

I must be the last of them;
Then I must walk alone;
Saving in my memory, images of cemeteries outside.

I wept for all;
For all departed;
And when you leave, who will cry for me.

Si