You are the good in me, what has me entranced
Because to deny that I am in love with you
And of your sweet soul, it is all sentiment

Of those black eyes of a rare brilliance
That dominate me and incite my love
You are a charm, you are my illusion

God says that the glory
Is in Heaven
That it is for the mortals
A consolation for death

Blessed God, having you in my life
I do not need to go to Heaven
If my soul
The Glory is You