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