You're so beautiful when you come1
When grace shines from your cheeks
You're so beautiful when you come
When you sing the song of birds of paradise
As if a cloud was pierced by a light from heaven
And is now dancing shyly on your eyelids
You're the same colour as a young child's laughter
And you again smell of grass that is being combed by wind
Then you're the queen mother of my muses
You turn on a rainbow in the darkness
While ever deeper ploughs our blues
Behind the curtains the day is breaking
You're so beautiful when you come
As if I was carried by angels on their shoulders
This gentle military guard of your altair
In the triumph our souls embrace
In the kiss between you the creator and me the master
Then you're the queen mother of my muses...
1. i.e. have an orgasm