Luyện nghe bài hát Act Iii - Tristessa

I turn around a last in this big sinister street, my god,
the fog insmoothes the tear that slowly down along your cheek.
the windows, dull and dirty, dozens of white
and macabre scrutinize us as if it was to announce
that this time be the last...

And I think of you again, crouched on myself, where the
of sad water of an October trickle on my face,
I think of this smile again,
precious than your nudity,
this smile, ecstatic,
that projects me for an again
in a whirl of desolation.

I'm the angel of desolation, the of my own loss,
the of a shattered life on the wild flanks of a smile.

And I pour a thin and sad tear that shatters
in a thousand on the streets
from where your haunts and
me.
(Forget me), me and kill me.
Oh drink my in a carnal impulse of desire,
and fly me away on the peak of despair,
because I'm the of desolation. Yes, I'm...