O darling lady,
we don't have much time
in this place,
days spin endlessly,
the sun goes down,
it waits for nobody.

O sweet girl,
let me put my face
slowly onto your
delicious
flowery-lips,
mingling them
with mine.

O baby doll,
flood me
when our eyes meet,
quench my wanton-appetite,
let me taste your dreams,
before
it's too late,
before fate robs us of
our simple
worldly
ethereal-pleasures.

O lovely flower,
you are a sacred treasure,
unfold,
let yourself go.

O pretty rose,
you are so fine,
a rare beauty,
that's the way
I like it!