The season is at hand when swaying on its stemEvery flower exhales perfume like a censer;Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
Every flower exhales perfume like a censer;The violin quivers like a tormented heart;Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar.
The violin quivers like a tormented heart,A tender heart, that hates the vast, black void!The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar;The sun has drowned in his blood which congeals...
A tender heart that hates the vast, black voidGathers up every shred of the luminous past!The sun has drowned in his blood which congeals...Your memory in me glitters like a monstrance!
