On the Fingers of Her Flute

On the fingers of her flute,
You play the melodies of Eros.
In the tears of her pure drops,
You hear bird voices.


Sweet languishing pain.......
Is it worth it, boy?
Musically in love with a copper
finger-ring.


Hormones and blood
leap, run faster through the veins,
Let's play love
Until a change comes to us.


So from the looks that set the tone for
Her, candles melt.
Everything works in unison.
Support her by the shoulders.


Later on the old couch,
Muscles and looks
will become softer. You are already far away, as in nirvana.
Relax lying nearby.


Forgetting everything that is mortal,
You laugh, swearing badly,
Will again become the strings of a vein,
We'll play love, since alive.