Radost Bivanja

With a look you caress me
As if you were touching me
And every time
like it’s the first time
I always think it will stop,
Without reason, dissappear.
But the lust doesn’t go away,
You’re in my blood.

In all these long years,
of giving and receiving,
I remain the last and the first.
You’re the reason I dream of gypsies
and imagine sweet little affairs
but the devil knows no surrender
you’re in my blood.

And if the Gypsies lead you away,
or the scary palace keepers steal you.
If they take you away,
I will lose my sanity
I can’t wake up in the morning without you