Ye that now smile 

In fronte of my colde statue 

By blue musk veilede 

Ye know not my sadde storie 



I remember now the cold I felt 

When your eyes turned 

Towards that poisoned flower 

I have dreamt of thee 

I have dreamt of our serene past times 

But they have passed, alas! 



I have loved thee more than my own life 

Now I wonder in the wind, 

And I dream endlessly 

I have slept no longer 

I have spoke no longer 



My name is Aloisa and I bring sweet perfumes and love 

To sad ladies