Frangi, Frangi, what a charming beauty
Grace in your soul enchants the dull, plain world
Many envies of you, still and all, they have no idea
That your fright of the downfall, into the vast blackness
Shall happen sooner or later, indeed the coarsness of reality
Poor Frangi, such a fragile soul, that can’t even witstand a breeze.
Despite of the fate, your soul remains pure and bright
Your existence fades away, shall your beauty light up our heart
We shall never forget you, dear Frangi.