"Come in!" ... In my room
where only shadows are seen,
There is a woman dying
in unbearable anguish ...
And at the head of her bed of sorrow
are two beautiful girls who are crying,
and they wring their hands
and they moan and sob.
And the unhappy one no longer sees
nor does she have breath in her mouth,
and when she speaks she just says this
in hollow and frightening tones:
"I'm hungry! I'm hungry!
For mercy, alms!"
and she is quiet ... And the girls moan ...
And she is quiet... And the wind blows ...
And she cries ... And nobody listens to her,
Nobody listens to the one who cries!
And do you hear it? - "Oh, my daughters
are finally to be alone ...
Alone ... And without a mother...
May I relieve you and help you ...
Alone ... And without a crust
of bread to bring to your mouth ...
Goodbye ... Goodbye ... I'm already dying ...
I'm not hungry anymore..."
And the miserable one was dying (alms!)
from anguish to anguish,
while the poor girls
almost crazy, almost crazy
they kissed her and cried
Wrapped in the shadows.
Afterward ... Trembling with cold
under their torn clothes,
they walked slowly
down the dark and lonely street,
exclaiming with sorrowful voice
in divided form;
... "I'm starving!"
and the other...