First Lance of Spain

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.

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.

I'm out of breath,

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 sigh is yours.