The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in ******'s *******
the branches die of love.

The branches die of love..

Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
****** bathes her body
with salt water and roses.

The branches die of love.

The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of sreams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.

The branches die of love.