Summer's blossoming has gone,Winter sheds tears from the sky.Winter argues, the wind's tongue,Tells me something at the window...
It is night, the moon is hidden,I am wrapped up in my bed.Love, just like an angel,Is knocking, seeking a fate...
Like Morse code it beats the door,By the glass of the balcony.The knocking comes from afar,Like a prayer from the abyss...
I rush to open the shutters,Thinking it must be true.You stand in the midst of winter,A bare tree without a leaf...
You have no clothes upon your body,A monument of Aphrodite,You bring your warmth close to me,And the beauty of the day...
And you speak in a sweet voice:“I've spent my whole life at this door.Winter freezes me like a bust,This wind is taking my soul...”
“Why are you naked, my heart?”I say with my beating heart...“Over the sky of my body,I wanted no clothes like a cloud...
“I want to be bathed onlyBy your gaze and your kisses,With the bedsheet of love,To wrap me and my prayers...
“To hold me naked like this,Free from dark thoughts and malice.With your caresses and kisses,To cover me only with light!?”
I take you into my arms,Your lips tremble from the heat.Like the leaf of my soul,In the beds of silk...
You grow warm and wrap your arm,And you tell me... I love you so...Over my lips and my body,You pour flowers over me..
Ah, you drown me in kisses,On my eyes and on my chest.As you pull your lips away,You leave a flower in my hand...
A flower instead of a kiss,Life blooms full of joy.Leaving upon me,A feeling and a memory...
Happiness had overcome us,We had put on dreams and wings...To fly further away,On magnificent journeys...
On journeys without an end,Down the long road of life.Where feeling gently cradles,The happiness of truth...
You spring up... throw off the sheets,And you head towards the door.While outside the winter shrieks,And the wind beats its drums...
I follow, but cannot catch you,You have no blouse and no sleeves.When I woke up, I realized,I was inside a dream...
I fall exhausted on the sheets,Which look to me like snow.They are cold, they are light,No hand can warm them up...
I turn my arms, exhausted,And I call out with a hoarse voice...“Come back, for I am cold,As long as you are far away...”
Without you, the beautiful spring,Becomes winter even in verse!..
