In the twilight of the silent night,
your presence becomes my dwelling place,
I'm left with the taste of what I've experienced,
in your lips, your skin, your moans.
In the echo of the night without a witness,
I kept the taste of your body,
of your kisses, sweet spring,
that left their flow on my skin.
In every caress, in every sigh,
our souls melted with delirium,
your love was impregnated in me,
entangled in your skin, without knowing.
your voice still echoes in my ear,
an echo of passion, a sweet rice.