Feeling perfect,
which will happen at any moment,
the feeling of magic overwhelms me too,
as an icon your face appears to me.


We are wrong…But who is not, frankly?
And if I have to choose again,
I will live wrong all day,
as long as you are with me now.


The light in your pupils,
it will make me drunken like wine.
Your ebony curls,
silently they will swarm enzymes violently.


Your love intoxicates me…
I sink into an ocean of passion.
At night, in a dream you appear to me,
with happiness in its eternal power.


Your hair---fragrant flowers,
blossomed on your naked body,
is a harbinger of spring,
which I have long desired with you.


Stand like that…Don't turn into a dream…
Without you, I will turn crazy again,
and with the stars shining outside,
left alone, I will long for you.