Wake up, beauty! Do you hear,
What are the cats singing about on the roof?
And the cooing of the grey birds,
Who have chosen their Queens again
For a short time, not for centuries?
But here's my hand:
We will answer together in Paradise
At the call of Nature Almighty!
I will become a furious cat,
You are a passionate cat! And then
I, a gray bird joining the pack,
Like an obsession, I'll melt!
Believe me, my friend, only in this happiness!
Taste the fruit of forbidden passion!
Wake up, eve, to see again
Burn without the right to Love...