I will fade into your bosom,
which embraces the graves of my long-lost loved ones.
I will fade into the rays of your eyes,
that radiate love and tenderness,
like the eyes of my late love at the moment of departure.
I will fade into your saintly sunshine,
when it casts its lenient rays upon your dreamy autumn clouds.
The golden rays of the sun that tickle the cheeks of the roses of your old trees,
on the banks of your mighty river.
Those roses that always smile cheerfully in the afternoon,
whenever young lovers pass by.
Sending their flowery greetings to the auspicious promises of their blooming love.
I will fade into the melodies of your nostalgic songs,
when your sun approaches its setting,
inspiring tones of affectionate melodies across the golden horizon of your magnificent riverbank.
Your gorgeous riverbank that witnessed the eternal cycle of rebirth and death of your great stories.
Stories of eternal majestic love that are rooted in the depths of bygone eras,
announcing the victory of love over death.
Declaring that love contains the true meaning of eternity between its folds.
That\'s why I will fade with passion into your bosom.
Perhaps I will be raised again as another creature on the banks of your river,
between the arms of my lover.
Conquering with my new soul the last moment of sunset.