On this letter
A great flood of tears will fall
But it's better
A last farewell to recall

It's been the sentence:
I'll be tomorrow shot down
Feel no repentance
'Cause more courageous I've grown

I'm out of breath
There's no more time
It's coming death
To pull the crime

Unconcerned death, my dear wife
Doesn't take out but gives more life
Don't come to me or I shall break down
I must gain honour and renown
Forever, no matter the pain
I'll be the first lance of spain

Till I die
My last sign
Is yours

Just your vision
Would take my will power away
My decision:
Together we mustn't stay

My last endeavour:
Showing a still countenance
Leads me forever
To be the spanish first lance

I'm out of breath
There's no more time
It's coming death
To pull the crime

Unconcerned death, my dear wife
Doesn't take out but gives more life
Don't come to me or I shall break down
I must gain honour and renown
Forever, no matter the pain
I'll be the first lance of spain

Yours till death
My last breath