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.
