Then proceed to Pontresina. When the month of May chases away the gray. Let me stay with you, if I may. When we shall tune the hymn of love. To love and to know When love begins to glow, time ceases its flow.
Winds fail to blow, clouds, to row.
We reap its blossom and mow the blooms as they grow. Let the looming lust be slow, as I caress your bosom and know you my beloved.