As a desired fruit, they caress the hands
I would like to have you, equally in my arms
And continue, as night consulting
my anger, on your flowery lips, and follow step by step
And wander, down the lonely and quiet path
like hearts, to ask questions
And look if the roses, of your clear pupils
they do not refuse to kiss, like dead roses
And wander like shadows, amorous and wandering
who kisses seek the quiet grove
And sip the burning wormwood from your lips
and hide in my arms, like a silk swan
Ace? I want to have you in my arms, oh life
with the soft tenderness that flutters in the breeze
And in the clearing of the moon, lulling you asleep
without anyone hearing us, without anyone seeing us
Only among all we can make this a better place :)