Sometimes I am hearing you,
saying my sweetheart aloud,
you are raving o my love,
did you have another woman?
May I rave or may I not,
when love fever hitting me.
My heart is burning from firing love;
I will loose my self power.
I call then your beautiful eyes,
to cover my burning heart,
to put my fever, out.
And to take my fever, out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem