The south wind blowing fresh and cool,
Disconsolate the nightingale,
Flowers dreaming under the moon,
The tuberose alone exuding fragrance.
I love the indistinct colors of night,
And I love the nightingale to sing,
Even more I love the flowers dreaming,
Embracing tuberose,
Kissing tuberose.
Tuberose, I sing of you,
Tuberose, I think of you,
Ah ah ah......I sing of you,
I think of you.
The south wind blowing fresh and cool,
Disconsolate the nightingale,
Flowers dreaming under the moon,
The tuberose alone exuding fragrance.
