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Stans

 If we go to the temple, -
 Bowing before the altar
 We will perform a humble rite
 For so the law commanded
 Pilgrims of all time
 Praise the creator of the universe.

 If we go to bed
 We will spend the night in games
 In the caresses of the innermost bliss
 For so the law commands
 To everyone who is young and in love,
 Spend leisure blissful.

 But as soon as I want
 To your shoulder
 Ile from the chest to cover the integument,
 Or cling to your lips, -
 Like a nun, to all prayers
 You give a stern rebuff.

 Why did you save
 The tenderness of a young man
 The heat of an untouched body, -
 To become the wife of Pluto,
 To give them to Charon
 At the Stygian limit?

 The hour will strike, there is no salvation -
 Your lips will fade
 You lay raw in the ground
 And then I, dead myself,
 I don’t confess to the dead
 That I loved you alive.

 All that you are proud of now
 Everything will decay without a trace -
 Cheeks, forehead, eyes and lips.
 Only your yellow skull
 Looks terrible nudity
 And in the coffin he bares his teeth.

 So live while you're alive
 Give love her rights
 But your eyes are so strict!
 You would die of chagrin
 If only I understood
 What the untouchables lose.

 Oh wait, oh wait!
 I will die, do not leave!
 You, like a doe, are running anxiously ...
 Oh let your hand slip
 On your naked breasts
 Ile lower if possible!