This cool evening under the sparkling stars
The moonlight shining over your exited speech
And the mysterious whisper of roses...
Ah, what a languor in the chest!..
The nectar of birth's turbulent passions
Tantalizing by it honey's sweetness...
The smell of your dark curls caresses
Like the blossom of apple trees...
Your kisses are deeper and more passionate
To the point of venter's ecstasy trembling,
To the self-forgetfulness and full exhaustion,
The interlacement of two bodies in the love's ocean...