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Oh, what do I do?
What do I do?
From where am I thinking?

Oh, woman’s miserable sex
If nature is heaven, if nature is heaven
If nature is heaven, free produces us
Then
Then
Then marriage encases us
But if, if we conceive of man
Oh, women’s miserable sex
At our example, at our example
We form our members
We nurse the cruel executioner
That is thin and unlеashed in us
We nurse this cruеl
This cruel executioner that’s thin and unleashes us
And we, we are forced
We are forced by unworthy fates
We give ourselves
We ourselves will give birth to, to death

Nero? Nero, wretched Nero?
Husband (God)
Husband, always damned
And cursed by my heartache
Where
Where Where are you?
Where are you?

In the arms of Poppea
In her arms you live happy and enjoy her
And in the meantime
The frequent fall of my tears
Even, even it is almost forming
As in a deluge of mirrors in which you aim my suffering
And make your delights

But destiny, destiny, if you really exist
Jupiter, listen to me!
Of impotence I accuse you
Of injustice I charge you
Oh, oh God, I’ve gone too far
And I regret it
So I’ll suppress and bury my sadness in taciturn anguish