The Twilight Melancholy کے بول

The arms of twilight Are dandling my soul And in her eyes I see the sweetness Of a bright immortal-graced maiden Who relieves the grieves of my heart Wind is whispering your name Throught the clouds in the sky I will always remember your eyes Veiled by tears While the night prelude Casted a spell on our glances The eyes of the dying sun Are looking at me In this romantic immensity An I can feel this melancholy Pervading deep inside me Twilight is whispering your name To the clouds in the sky I will never forget your heart Beating over mine And your passion heating my bosom And when butterflies fly on Whitered flowers And birds perch on dry brances A tear will glide to your feet And I will hold it in my hand Like a pearl in its shell