Death, I cry out at your harshness, br That stole my girl away from me, br Yet you're not satisfied I see br Until I languish in distress. br br Since then I've lost all liveliness: br What harm alive, to you, was she? br Death, I cry out at your harshness, br That stole my girl away from me. br br Two we were, with one heart blessed: br If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee, br I'll die, or I must lifeless be, br Like those statues made of lead.