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 [bad word] 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.