The lake
Woman with red hair,to the majestic bearing,
Is it true, tell me, a harmonious song,
From my days elapsed ,breaking the long silence,
When will break my frail existence,
As a cry of happiness rises to the heavens?
O woman of my dreams! my destiny ending is sweet;
Of my happy destiny, everyone would be jealous.
You sail slowly from one to the other shore,
Between dream and reality
You follow the detours of the fugitive wave of mirage
Than can not I throw myself into the waves with you!
I, under the burning sun, I remain ashore ...
For you, the wave half opens and book you the passage,
Your graceful mermaid body,
In waters plunging,
Brings out on lake thousand pearls of silver
Who leave their dew on your red hair...
Then in the evening, approaching the shore fragrant
Of the dream...
Where bloom, away , thrush or mint,
On a bed of turf, you rest, rocked
By the breeze of my sweet night by the rhythmic sounds
Your breath, and the rippling wave,
Who you door...I love you ,Mirage.
Woman with red hair,to the majestic bearing,
Is it true, tell me, a harmonious song,
From my days elapsed ,breaking the long silence,
When will break my frail existence,
As a cry of happiness rises to the heavens?
O woman of my dreams! my destiny ending is sweet;
Of my happy destiny, everyone would be jealous.
You sail slowly from one to the other shore,
Between dream and reality
You follow the detours of the fugitive wave of mirage
Than can not I throw myself into the waves with you!
I, under the burning sun, I remain ashore ...
For you, the wave half opens and book you the passage,
Your graceful mermaid body,
In waters plunging,
Brings out on lake thousand pearls of silver
Who leave their dew on your red hair...
Then in the evening, approaching the shore fragrant
Of the dream...
Where bloom, away , thrush or mint,
On a bed of turf, you rest, rocked
By the breeze of my sweet night by the rhythmic sounds
Your breath, and the rippling wave,
Who you door...I love you ,Mirage.
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