Night carries wind on its palm
The wind is full of scents,
The last waltzes of the evening
Night, can you hear how the spruces sway?
The secrets in tree-rings,
The nightly kisses of that hideout
There the forbidden lilies of the valley grow for us
I have seen there the lilies of the valley which are forbidden
I can't make you mine
But I return to the secret place again and again
In the morning, in a vase are the forbidden lilies of the valley
The road leads to the yard of a weather-beaten house
Perennial plants have already taken root in the ground,
The chairs have gotten rusty on the porch
Take me there where kisses taste of wild raspberries,
There where flowers smell
There the forbidden lilies of the valley grow for us
I have seen there the lilies of the valley which are forbidden
I can't make you mine
But I return to the secret place again and again
In the morning, in a vase are the forbidden lilies of the valley
I can't make you mine
But I return to the secret place again and again
In the morning, in a vase are the forbidden lilies of the valley
In the morning, in a vase are the forbidden lilies of the valley
In the morning, in a vase are the forbidden lilies of the valley