The golden bird of the eternal sky
rushes fast to its nest,
It has dusked! And dipping its wings
in the crimson lake
The Sun goes to rest.

In fragrant avenues
Beetles are humming their songs of love
And the Rose seems to be pale
Having shed everything in the path of love.

Evening, the sexy Brunette, has
Intoxicating threads in her eyes.
Alluring, fascinating to the buds
She sings lullabies.

In this ebony dark night
Death, the bird-catcher,
Is in his deadly quest.
It has dusked! And dipping its wings
in the crimson lake
The Sun goes to rest.