Complainte d’un amour mort traducción al Inglés

Very often comes up like a complaint
At the grave of my dead love
And soon, this voice almost faded
Torture me and tear off my body

I hear him scream
To make me deaf
I beg no matter how much
I still hear it
And I hear the dogs
Scream at death
To the coming death
Give them consent

But time has left its mark on me
It hits me with memories
And he sings to me the mournful lament
Of two hearts that could not unite

I hear him scream
To make me deaf
And no matter how much I beg
I still hear it
And I hear the dogs
Scream at death
To the coming death
Give them consent