On this letter
 great flood of tears will fall,
 But it's better
 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,
 [bad word] death
 To pull the crime.

 Unconcerned death, my dear wife,
 Doesn't take out but gives more life.
 [bad word] 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,
 [bad word] death
 To pull the crime.

 Unconcerned death, my dear wife,
 Doesn't take out but gives more life.
 [bad word] 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.