Morte que Mataste Lira

Death that killed Lyre,
Death that killed Lyre,
Death that killed Lyre,
Kill me, for I am yours!
Death that killed lyre
Kill me, for I am yours
Kill me with the same irons
With which the lyre died

The lyre, for being ungrateful
Tyrannically died
Death does not kill me
I am firm and constant
A shepherd came from the mountains
Knocked on my door
He came to give me the news
That my lyre died