I know how to be submissive and tender.
I know how to gaze into someone's eyes with a smile,
Alluring, inviting and hesitant.
And my supple figure is so light and slender,
And the fragrance of curls is caressing.
Oh, the one who is with me is troubled
And enveloped in languor ...
I know how to love. I am deceptively shy.
I am so timidly tender and always silent,
Speaking only with my eyes.
They are clear and pure,
So transparently radiant,
Offering happiness.
Believe me—they will deceive,
Only become more azure,
More tender and bright,
Light-blue gleaming fires.
And on my lips, crimson bliss,
A breast whiter than mountain snow,
My voice—the murmur of azure streams.
I know how to love. My kiss awaits you.
No comments:
Post a Comment