II
It's time to forget the complete happiness of sleep,
We pretty tormented sensuality…
peace everywhere. you hear: outside the window
We Nightingale predicts happiness?
Now a heart full of love,
One of love and bliss sweet.
All night I want to cry endlessly
With you together, all furtively.
ABOUT, cry, my friend! Tear clouding eyes,
And the night moving foggy gloom…
Look out the window: asleep silent forest,
Shaking the branches of mysterious and strange.
I want to cry… Crying my soul
Thy passion will not stop…
The silent, sweet, mysterious silence
Song of the nightingale sweeps…
Spring 1898
III
Let Dawn stares us in the eyes,
Nightingale sings Night,
Let at least once in the darkness
Wallpaper and continuing your hand mill.
Boat will, rocking
The canes,
You cling to me, caressing,
Heated passion on your lips.
sing love, albeit with a wonderful song
Voice pours all the stronger,
you're beautiful, you're prettier,
The bird that sings!..
May 1898
