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

Oh
Women’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 executionеr
That is thin and unleashed in us
We nursе this cruel, 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 death

Nero
Nero
Wretched Nero
Husband
Oh 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 is almost falling
As in a deluge of mirrors in which you aim my suffering
And you 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

Grrt (quiet laugh)