Ne možeš umirit

You cannot calm the sea when it is churning,nor quench a live volcano's lava, glowing red;I'd kiss you from the dusk till dawn's returning.Your kisses are the food on which my heart is fed.

Nor can you calm this heart of mine that beats for youand presses hard against my hot and burning breast;without your kiss you cannot bring it any ease,nor without the tender glance that wakes my dreams from rest.

When I meet you and look into your darling eyes,and those sweet lips that you hold out for me to take,I cannot live like this much longer, I realise,for in my heart the burning lava you awake.

At night I dream of us, embraced and blissful,as if we were one branch grown from a single tree;and when I wake, my eyes are sad and wistful,for all the livelong day your face I shall not see.