Kiss, oh, kiss me till the blood,
till the pain that is your loan,
and the cold mind does not go on
with the heat wave of the heart.
And among that merry meeting
that a drink is not for us.
Understand, my darling sweetie,
we all live on earth just once.
Look around in the calmness,
see, the yellow moon is high
like a raven, circling, rises
in the misty, hazy sky.
Kiss, oh, kiss, for I am eager!
That is all about death,
and that bird is not a singer
but a thief for my last breath.
Strength of withering is clear –
dying means just what it means.
Till the very end, my dear,
I would like to kiss your lips.
For the all time in the blue dreams
with no shame of blatant moans
through bird cherries in the bloom cream
would be hearing "I am yours".
For the vine without a pity
someone gives us in advance,
drink and sing, my lovely sweetie,
we all live on earth just once!
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