When my beloved will return
I will recognize his steps from the sound
I will know it's him
Guess it from treading,
Guess it from treading,
Even from more than a verst away,
Even from more than a verst away,
Even maybe from more than two ...
Like a haze I would go outside,
Float as smoke to our yard,
Float as smoke to our yard,
I'll go to the speed of a spark
I'll go to the speed of a spark
And I'll fly like a flame ...
I will tack at his side,
Offer him my lips for a kiss
Aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa
I could take his hand
Even if a snake was in his palm,
I could put a kiss on his lips
Even if they were cadaveric
I could lean on his neck,
Even if death penetrated his bones,
I could lie down beside him,
Even if blood would drip...
However, my beloved has not
lips covered in blood,
Neither has slimy hands like snake,
Not his neck on decease's grab
His mouth is soft as lard,
His lips sweet as honey,
His lips sweet as honey,
hands as beautiful as gold,
hands as beautiful as gold,
Neck like the stem of a heather.