Two horses rest in silence, by the sea

When a young girl, who came from the dead, approached the scene

Inside their nostril, she has laid a scent of deed and you may listen

To their neigh in your silent dream

Charmer, my poor charmer, rest under the olive-tree

Under the olive-tree

When death loses track of all her charms

He is always drunk in Morpheus' arms

Under the silent, the silent olive-tree

Charmer, my poor charmer!

Two horses are gazing at the sea

When a young girl approached the scene

Her name in the shape of fear

Her shield shiny, as when she lived...

Charmer, my poor charmer, rest under the olive-tree

Charmer, my poor charmer, rest under the olive-tree

Under the olive-tree!!