A keresés eredménye

The Vineyard

I'd like to play with you in the middle of the meadows,
With butterflies in the sky and the sun on the face,
To jump with your hand through the winged broom,
To feel the white hoarfrost on my cheeks.
 
I'd like to stretch my hands into the bushes,
When, in summer, blackberries look like pearls,
To feel scratched by so many thorns,
For every, every caress and kiss of love.
 
(x2):
Take me down to the vineyard
Where the grapes kiss the sun.
Under the rows of grapes,
For every berry, a kiss of love.
 
I'd like you to bend these arms of mine like this,
The way the reed bends when the wind blows,
To rip from the ground the flower that blooms,
When the moon in the sky lights up the sunset.
 
(x2):
Take me down to the vineyard
Where the grapes kiss the sun.
Under the rows of grapes,
For every berry, a kiss of love.