Tell me if all this is true. My love, tell me if this is true.
When these eyes flashed by, the thick clouds in your chest gave a stormy answer.
Is my lips really as sweet as the bud of awakened first love?
Will the lost memories still haunt my limbs?
The earth is like a piano. Does it really vibrate into poetry because of the touch of my feet?
So when I came, did the dew really fall from the eyes of the night, and was the morning light really happy because it surrounded my body?
Is it true?/You don't say. Is it true?/You don't say. Did your love travel many times and many worlds to find me?
When you finally found me, did your eternal longing find complete peace in my gentle words, in my eyes, in my lips and in my fluttering hair?
Is that infinite mystery really written on my little forehead?
Tell me, my love, if all this is true.