You are the dawn of library forest hills,
　　Clara on the peak day,
　　Lazy rivers golden sun,
　　The horizon of a white rose.
　　The sun shining white sail in the harbor,
　　The blue sea, golden days,
　　Young morning in your hair,
　　In your white cheeks.
　　Dawn of the treasure, the night of the treasures,
　　Your face and your good intentions,
　　A disaster like the gray vertical stakes
　　Pierce the young morning of my chest.

　　I am with my mind
　　To walk along the beach
　　We come together
　　It a few steps away from me.
　　It turned to me and asked:
　　Do you hear the sound of the wind,
　　Your beautiful white girl
　　Monday will marry?
　　I hold my heart sinking, boiling,
　　Do not tear it out of the chest,
　　Then I replied: I'm afraid so,
　　I do not need this lie.
　　Am I able to take off
　　Venus shining sinking,
　　Put it away pocket,
　　Careful with the double?
　　When the crisis in Spain,
　　I did not die on the cross,
　　How can we expect the fate of
　　Give me a new reward?
　　I embarked on a mean path,
　　Narrow, dry, deserted,
　　How can the face of love
　　Like the roar of thunder and lightning?
　　But if I again choose
　　Then be able to stand in the Hai Yu
　　With a full heart I will
　　Out of heaven, or hell!