You know it too, this very hour of the morning when life is barely hatched.The sun melting under the snow.The bud breathing under the frost.The numbed wing of the bird.The morning has its truths that whisper only in a low voice. Very low. We have to be silent.God walks barefoot in the gardens.

The tree birds fill the airWith their songAnd the roses intoxicate the riversWith their fragranceAndFrom the lonely spotWhere I standI hear all the nature callingYour nameAnd The feeling of being two-is tasted as one.

I remember-The world was in your embraceI was only your little girlIt was easy, it was simpleI was sleeping in the shade Of your eyelashes.

I will come tonightSince the moon is fullYou told me -Our sorrows are the same.Will you love me as I love you,Will you love me after midnight,When the bird tears down its nest?Will you love me with time,When the bird forgets its song?I told you -I will love you since I love youI will come tonightSince the moon is fullI will have for youSome plaintive sobs-The sound of water on the reefsI will have for youSome faded bouquetsFor your resigned handsThat my two armsWill come embrace.

You take me off my pathAs the wind exhausts the cloudsYou tell me not to tryTo hold your faceBut even if you're onlyA reflection on a wall-You make me live.And I know that your lipsWill triumph from oblivionIn the book of the world.