Strange slowly lose in your eyes,
how much tenderness in them, and the unknown
Crazy Chase my dreams,
late in life in the infinite.
Strange slowly lose in your arms,
scorching-beating down [on], strong and true,
I forget the previous thrills
men-boys prelisteni.
Strange slowly lose in lips
that drink me like I'm a wine
matured for genuine tastes
darâvaŝo and eternal delight.
And do not stop to drink from me,
Neither I would stop to lose.
And no haste, we have time-
as you know, it is difficult to love. (Translated by Bing)
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