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.