Azure space is aflame up above, I"ve forgotten my home destination... For the first time I"m singing of love, For the first time I give up contention.
I was all like a desolate grove Loving women and heavily drinking. I don"t drink any more and don"t love Like I did, living fast and unthinking.
All I want is to look at the vast Of your gold-brown eyes, and, - oh, bother! - How I wish that, disliking your past, You would not like to go to another!
Gentle step, graceful waist that you have! Oh if only you wer" able to tumble How a bully can really love, And how he can be timid and humble!
(All those pubs I would never attend, And my poems would all be forgotten, If you let me take hold of your hand And your hair, the colour of autumn.
I would follow you ever, my dove, Be it distant or close destination... For the first time I"m singing of love, For the first time I give up contention.