5441 This night of winter wind

This night of winter wind 

I find myself observing me

Y body leaning on 

The railing of pleasure, 

You come triumphant

With the humidity of the cloud 

From I don't know what corner.

My desire bursts through 

The fog of my heart 

And I long for you to fill me 

With the apocryphal flock 

Of colors that you have 

Wrapped in your passion.

What I want to say is that 

You extract the wonder 

From your alchemist's trunk 

And launch the lightning 

From your ivory tower, 

That your trembling mountain 

Calms all the desires 

Of my overexcited pupils, 

That you illuminate my narrow paths 

With your fisherman's lamp.

This night of winter wind 

I find myself observing me

Y body leaning on 

The railing of pleasure, 

You come triumphant

With the humidity of the cloud 

From I don't know what corner.

My desire bursts through 

The fog of my heart 

And I long for you to fill me 

With the apocryphal flock 

Of colors that you have 

Wrapped in your passion.