We'll run to the side of the river
In the morning at five o'clock
We'll hold each other and shiver
And run out to the rock
We'll take off our shirts together
And hold each other undressed
Around us the birds will gather
And in our love build a nest
We'll put our heads together
And watch, as the speedy stream
Is dressed in every color
And turns into a dream -
The pink cloud of the sun rising
Engulfs our minds and hearts
And makes them warm and wise and
With all of nature, smart -
The delicacy of existence
Ephemerality of life
Will penetrate with no resistance
And pierce into us like a knife -
The tenderness of our passion
And elegance of your mind
In English, in French, in Russian
Will hold us intertwined
Poems will fly around us
As music us enslaves -
Cosmic opera astounds us
And mingle with the waves -
The works of Bethoven, Chopin,
Blake, Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Keats
Will our minds and hearts open
And feed them spiritual sweets -
And fired by our desires,
Together, as in a dream,
We'll blend into the sunrise
And like the sun we will beam.