And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.[Y una a una las noches entre nuestras ciudades separadas se agregan a la noche que nos une.]
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.[Y las miro lejanas mis palabras. Más que mías son tuyas. Van trepando en mi viejo dolor como las yedras.]
Actually that’s my secret – I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
A man had given all other bliss, and all his worldly worth for this to waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect lips.
