For do not forget the evil that can make a woman
In the divine color of red and white
I'm numb, an autumn evening ...
Forgetting my past and my past turmoil
Up my name ...
I got lost in the fever of your soul.
Your eyes were the source of my resources
And I liked to describe you my way
The way my heart beat for you.
Your mind obsessed me, and your words cradled me
In a romance sweet and cuddly.