TATITERA — Когда мечтательно я предан тишине

When dreamily I am given over to silence And see the gentle queen of the clear night, When the constellations blaze up on high And Argus’s eyes begin to close in sleep,

And the hour you named already draws near, And expectation grows with every minute, And I already stand mad and mute, And every night sound startles the troubled one;

And impatience sucks at my aching breast, And you come alone, stealthily, looking around, And I hurry to look into your beautiful face, And I see it clear — and quietly, smiling,

To my words of love you say: “I love you!” While I try to bind my incoherent speech, With flaming breath I catch your breath, I kiss your fragrant hair and shoulders,

And long I listen as you stay silent — and to me You give yourself entirely for a passionate kiss, — O friend, how happy I am, how wholly happy! How I want to live until our next meeting!