Sad moon, seraphim in tears dreaming In the calm bows at their fingers It was the blessed day of your first kiss My reverie loving to torture me The blessed day of your first kiss My reverie This perfume of sadness Even without regret This perfume of sadness Even without setback
My eye riveted by the evening light in your hair Then you appeared ghostly And I thought I'd seen a hat of light to pass by You were a spoiled child Your careless hand is dropping These bouquets of white snow Of perfumed stars These bouquets of white snow Of perfumed stars
Bouquets of white snow These bouquets of white snow Of perfumed stars
