When the clock strikes twelve
and the old carriage will become a pumpkin,
you, for my bespectacled eyes,
as before you will be the embodiment of light.
You are my night, my endless dream,
filled with the flickering of fires.
One in a million people like you -
Princess a cry laced with nightmares.
You are the morning of my transparent glare,
you are the song of birds awakened by the dawn.
You are the fresh dew, you are my spring,
filled with poisoned water.
You are the day behind a string of tulle curtains,
blooming meadow, my greenhouse.
I RUB you like a lamp Aladdin,
from belief in a miracle in the eyes of a fool!
You are my evening, filled with warmth.
You are the whisper of the wind, echoing the surf.
My prison, my comfortable home…
I'm not worth a damn without your love.