The arms of twilight
Are dandling my soul
And in her eyes
I see the sweetness
Of a bright immortal-graced maiden
Who relieves the grieves of my heart.
Wind is whispering your name
Throught the clouds in the sky.
I will always remember your eyes
Veiled by tears
While the night prelude
Casted a spell on our glances.
The eyes of the dying sun
Are looking at me
In this romantic immensity
An I can feel this melancholy
Pervading deep inside me.
Twilight is whispering your name
To the clouds in the sky.
I will never forget your heart
Beating over mine
And your passion heating my bosom.
… And when butterflies fly on
Whitered flowers
And birds perch on dry brances
A tear will glide to your feet
And I will hold it in my hand
Like a pearl in its shell.