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.
