So gentle, I remain astonished at your sweet harmonies
Convinced of not being worthy of your divine and glorious beauty
In the wind, in the cold winter’s breeze, that flower won’t spoil
It is dressed with dew and it says to the soul: Breathe
I observe you, admire you, afar
I’d just like to tell you that you lifted my soul
Unruly fire at the eyes of a feeble fragile man
Always remaining humble under your charming gaze
I live, I suffer
all of the unsuccessful attempts and the hopes
Of shrinking the space sharply
Dividing the reason from the feeling
my dream dies
You, who shook my soul just by being, just by living
Let me your greetings, I have no shields
only shivers and thirst
Of hearing your slowly beating pulse
Which mildly carries the nobility of soul
Get closer, don’t ignore me
I want you more than anything the world could give me
I can’t live a life without your tender graces
Despairing in my tears
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