I deserve to die early

I deserve to die early
when the sun is born at the east
and if the love to my chest does not ignite
I wish, in the darkness, to see my end.
Let the tears serve to me as rest
although my pain they increased
because the love was the ardent flame
that grew and killed my soul and being.
I want to be a fleeting object
to take away my whole memory
and between the misfortune and the insufferable glory,
I would like to see the aim of my heavy life
and to be the witness of my own end.