The arms of twilight are dandling my soul and in her eyes I see the sweetness of a bright immortal-graced maiden who relieves the grieves of my heart.
Wind is whispering your name through the clouds in the sky. I will always remember your eyes veiled by tears while the night prelude casted a spell on our glances.
The eyes of the dying sun are looking at me in this romantic immencity and I can feel this melancholy pervading deep inside me
Twilight is whispering your name to the clouds in the sky, I will never forget your heart beating over mine and your passion heating my bossom.
...And when butterflies fly on whitered flowers and birds perch on dry brances a tear will gkide to your feet and I will hold it in my hand like a pearl in its shell.