At the Arabian night, yielding,
Like a kind mother's heart...

C'est une fleur
Une très belle rose...

I am sensitive to your smallest touch
I would die for your lust...

Lying in between the grand trees
Is a lake so majestic he sees...

Dear poetry
My honest beauty...

Sweetie have I told you before
How handsome and gorgeous you are...

This cold, bare sanctuary
Deserted of your tortured soul...

Shh shut your eyes
And go to sleep...

I wish you had my life
You'd know what I suffer like...