The soft murmur of your breathing
Caresses my reverie,
How life laughs
If your black eyes want to see me!
And if you are mine the shelter
Of your light laughter which is like a song,
It allays my wound,
Everything, everything is forgotten . . !
The day that you love me
The roses that emblazon
Will dress themselves up for a celebration
With their best color.
To the wind the bells
Shall say your love is mine
And crazy the fountains
Shall tell me of your love.
The night that you love me
From the blueness of the sky,
The jealous stars
Will look upon us passing
And a mysterious ray
Will make a nest in your hair,
Curious firefly
That will see . . . that you are my solace . . !