Magnificent

When will this inner night pass, the universe,

And I, my soul, will I have my day?

When will I wake up from being awake?

I don't know. The sun shines high,

Impossible to stare.

The stars blink cold,

Impossible to count.

The heart beats outside,

Impossible to listen.

When will this drama pass without a theater,

Or this theater without drama,

And will I collect the house?

Where? As? When?

Cat that stares at me with eyes of life, what do you have deep down?

It's that! It's that!

This one will order like Joshua to stop the sun and I will wake up;

And then it will be day.

Smile, sleeping, my soul!

Smile, my soul, it will be day!