In the shadow of thought I doze for a momentBeneath the little willow with its flowing hair,A lamp of desire shines sweetly for meOver your body, beautiful and gilded.
The waterfall of your hair spills over your breastIn the light of the moon that hides and speaks,And I am bewildered, entirely immersedIn the feeling of you, that gently rocks me.
The wind blows from the years, and shakes the tree,The tree of memory, a rare keepsake,It scatters and loses the birds of desireIn the lake of years, that appear with longing...
A magic flute stirs deep in my soul...
