How I love you. Hush, hush,
Hush, hush, hush, hush;
Now I’m dying, I am dying.
O the paining, O the torment.
You’ll to-morrow hear the birds sing:
I shall never, I shall never.
Melfort.She is fading, melting, dying,
Melting, turning into water.
Evaïd.Hush, hush, hush, hush;
I am dying, I am dead.