Irene [English translation]

Yearning, I killed you with hunger

And later , I buried you with grief

If today I no longer know your name

Your face never gave me respite

Miracle would be not to see

In love , this perennial flower

That flows on the black moon

That dries , but never dies

Actually, I surrounded you from afar

And later , I leaned in fear

If yesterday I sang your name

The echo no longer dies early

Miracle would be not to have

Love , this short rhyme

The brightness of the full moon

Wakes up from a light sleep

Irene

Irene laughs