Imagine, ma petite,
Dear sister mine, how sweet
Were we to go and take our pleasure
Leisurely, you and I.

Imagine, ma petite,
Dear sister mine, how sweet
Were we to go and take our pleasure
Leisurely, you and I.

Hold quite the same dark charms for me
As do your scheming eyes
When they, in their like wise,
Shine through your tears, perfidiously.

To lie, to love and finaly to die
Off in that land made to your measure!
land whose suns' moist rays,
Are floating through the skies' misty haze

Treasure galore—ornate,
Time-glossed—would decorate
Our chamber, where the rarest blooms
Would blend their lavish scent,
Heady and opulent.

To lie, to love and finaly to die
Off in that land made to your measure!
land whose suns' moist rays,
Are floating through the skies' misty haze.