Thirst

Thirst

 

Your breasts are like two full moons

Like two buds

At the end of your hair curl

I hear my heart groaning for your love

 

In my wish, I'm so miserable

Looking into your eyes thirsty for love

In your two springs so clear

And you're so young in your soul pure

 

It's too much to give me even one day

Looser has nothing to give you

Beggar, I would remain worthless to your love

 

And if that word would pass over your lips, then what?

To touch those two full moons?

No, not even then my heart wouldn't stop groaning