Woman, who will soothe your heat tonight
Woman, who will put out the fire that does not burn
Woman, who will calm the storm in the dark
Woman, and who'll at last help you climb the mast.
From the Angelus, you were ready to travel to nowhere
After the long bath in the pond scented with jasmine
You were beautiful to show off, to admire, to charm and to see
As if you were waiting for a singer to allure your hands.
As if you were counting on an angel to carry you under a heaven
Which exists and does not exist. There, you'll be the famous poetess
Who lives and wakes up on the parchment dotted with delicacy.
In this euphoria, your lips will be sweetened with syrup of honey
Woman, oh woman, you've found the actor who owns the velvet sword
The man who can chase away your pains and worries with kisses of love.