I walked through the garden at night It probably rained during the day Under my steps I felt a certain pressure Then I saw you, walking through at night
***** and swift, running Nothing could stop you, carrying The long discreet drape wrapped around your stature Hiding the spasm you were going through tonight
Albeit the key to your soul I did not fashion I could almost, just like you, o woman, On your lips, feel your desire for passion
You wonβt neither admit it nor mutter it Otherwise this secret will fade away Then fly, fly to your reason, run away!