Oh, how canst I walk on Earth Carrying on my back The weight of a thousand men? My acts art full of envy and greed How canst a man be patient and live, Knowing that he'll pay the price? The justice that comes from the skies Whence only canst enter immaculate souls I wish I couldst wash my sins away Oh skies, there's not enough rain But the air I breath... So pure, as it enters my lungs, It takes everywhere My inner pollution To wash my soul, So terrible is my crime The skies may understand Neither say a prayer I canst What is the reason for mercy? How canst the skies forgive me If I can't understand myself? I'm guilty These vary hands That touch my wife, Strike my poor sister in law These vary hands destroyed the king And my brother, with the same stroke My knees touch the cold ground, Cheat the pain I will not I won't leave in victory, So I beg thee, give me death