Remember my angel, when you would sing?
a fashionable silence, forgotten in spring!
Magnificent was the night, that you stayed with me then
Magnificent was the night, or so the fates foretold
As a surge of sonnets and symphonies swarmed
through the evil that hid in the twilight
With music played from flutes and violins that was heard
So angelic, as we would all say
Remember my angel, when you would sing?
a fashionable silence, forgotten in spring!
Magnificent was the night, that you stayed with me then
Magnificent was the night, or so the fates foretold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, Zayne, oh! may those days come again - or better, may the old days stay that way that we may have other wonderful days of today filled with the joys of eternal love