of what has harvested a burning passion
therefore not for that, there would be lowered,
accompanied by the moon, the night,
from the highest heaven to Earth.
My passion is that I love in such a way
that if I broke up, my heart would follow him.
Oh, I wish I knew.
If there is a way to be alone together
which do not reach the ears of the spy.
I want to be alone with my beloved
living, even when it is in my gut and in my chest.