I open the door... Walk in the passage And I take the cricifix in my hand Rooms... Stairs... And silence... Around me!! Perhaps... I'm alone... And I can escape From this mournful place All is closed... Doors and windows I'm condemned to wait her return I shall come back in my room I hear someone open the door She enter with sirene mien To say me "Good night" but before Coming out... She looks my cricifix... And she says: ...