Immortal, Immortal
I can only call you 'Immortal',
And not your name; which is as bright, and charming as rainfalls.
A name I sadly have to conceal;
A name that awakens my love, and sends into me-a tender loving thrill.

Immortal, Immortal
Your voice is the one I long to hear;
The voice that fills me with both love, and tears.
For 'tis not me, that owns your virtue;
For 'tis still her, whom is righted to love you.

Immortal, Immortal
I have no right to call your name;
Otherwise I shall be the one you blame.
For even thinking of you is a mistake;
A mistake I am cursed for, a mistake I ought not to dare to make.

Immortal, Immortal
Still every day my heart calls your name out;
Until it alone stops breathing; until my chest can no more shout.
Until the very moment my pulse grows weak;
And where these words, shall be the last I speak.