2020.09.20.
Beauty
BelleIf there is beauty, she must live in her.
She dances there and I tremble with delight.
A miraculous bird as it flows to heaven's gates
and I already know that I have two hell in my eyes.
My hungry gaze rushes blindly under her dress.
How can I now praying to Notre Dame?
Whoever throws the first stone at her will commit a sin
and will bear his guilt to the end the life.
Satan, let me stroke her hair once
because my madness is Esmeralda.
Has the devil himself embodied in this beautiful shape?
My eternal God is there, and my thoughts are with her.
Satanic power, which plays on lust in my heart,
drives me away from the gates of heaven towards evil.
Does she know she carries Eve's sin?
And why do I want her so much?
She, who is only joke or moment,
cannot carry the human cross to the end on her shoulders.
Oh, Notre Dame!
You allow me to open the door
to the garden once, which is Esmeralda.
So much beauty in her that something grabs me.
I love the first time, is it possible?
Her every innocent move is game on the senses.
her dress like a rainbow has seven colors.
My Dulcinea, let me have an unfaithful dream.
May the holy vows unite us until the doomsday.
Where is the man who wants to look away?
Even if it should be changed into a pillar of salt by her fault.
O Fleur-de-Lys, how thin a thread is faithfulness.
Today I'm gonna pick a flower called Esmeralda.
My hungry gaze rushes blindly under her dress.
How can I now praying to Notre Dame?
Whoever throws the first stone at her will commit a sin
and will bear his guilt to the end the life.
Satan, let me stroke her hair once
because my madness is Esmeralda.