My heart has fallen down under your feet; br Listening to your love-song br coming from the distant shore of the Atlantic ocean, br my heart has utterly been destroyed like the land br fallen prey to an earthquake, br and I, taking the flute of Orpheus at my hand, br have been obsessed in singing you day and night. br br Lorena, my Eurydice, will you then come back on this earth? br I shall see your flower-bloomed face br in the sunrise of morning again. br In the moonlight of night, I shall see again br your sweet smile flowing like a spring among the hills.