Luyện nghe bài hát Act Iii - Tristessa

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

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

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

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