At the mysterious river, in a sleeping wood In a dark grove there is an ancient and sad oak There, the covered foliage, the tomb has settled down In it the most secret desires covered with ashes of time In fine light of the wood, painted by gloomy tones Its silhouette flickers blue sparks - they so are beautiful and sad She looks at me an illusive sight, she calls me, she calls me
Its hair cry on a wind, twisting me immersing in deep dream I shall have a drink you to the bottom, I shall enjoy this marvellous taste Sweet lips touch me - give me this last kiss, keeping away and keeping away from me Delightful sufferings of carnal love will carry away us in nonexistence Learn my flesh, having plunged completely in oblivion of my caress