I hate and love. You are asking me why. I don´t know. I feel both boil, I am only suffering and tortured about it. In eternal embrace I want to be with you. Why you betrayed our love when it was so sweet, however now it´s acrid like a vine. My nights become an eternal dream in which I am stroking and kissing your naked body and stupafy it´s smell. Falling down delight passion. Tears are dipping my face. Maybe I´ll see light of day which is waking up from the ocean. My heart knows longing for clean and immaculate love.
But now I worry about your treacherous virgin lips. You´ll cry, my love, when I´ll be burnt on the bier. Kisses at plaintive tears you´ll press to my face. You´ll be surely cry, perhaps you haven´t stone in your tender heart and your chest isn´t close by hard iron. Nobody from the funeral can´t go home without no damped eye. You don´t defy my shadow and be thrifty to the soft hair, please and slim faces, my love too.