Forgive me for what I love.

Crimson sunset in the midst of summer,
Rather not on joy, will,
And you stand in doubt dressed,
And I begged for forgiveness.

Forgive me, love, for dreams,
After all only in them and there is my sins,
I'm sorry the words, salty as tears,
And here's the sorry poems.

I'm sorry to have to dream about it at night.
In dreams where I cheated myself,
For being fascinated by my eyes,
In which hopelessly drowned.

For what offense I do not know how
On the heart more than a day to carry,
The soul that you are not getting old,
I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry

Sorry for the stray thoughts of doubt,
And, that now forgiveness pray,
That to downy poplar jealous,
Forgive me for what I love...