Текст:
Your charms remains,
Engraved in my memory,
My desire was made of stone,
Never eroded
When your cinders finely blend,
Then we will make the love,
That i had so,
vainly hoped for,
while waiting i sing my disease,
Never caught the pleasure,
which leads to wisdom
Engraved in my memory,
My desire was made of stone,
Never eroded
When your cinders finely blend,
Then we will make the love,
That i had so,
vainly hoped for,
while waiting i sing my disease,
Never caught the pleasure,
which leads to wisdom
