Текст песни Пабло Неруда - Китратуэ

(Dmitry Ch.)

Your mouth, your voice, your every hair - I starve without them,
And I wander the streets, hungry and silent,
I don’t support bread, dawn suppresses me,
I am looking for the sound of your steps throughout every day.

Your rolling laughs sound - I'm hungry without him,
Without your hands the colors of the flourishing ripe breads;
Without the pale stone of your nails - I'm hungry without it
I dream of your skin - it is like untouched almonds.

I would drink every visible ray of your scorching beauty
The nose reigning on that arrogant face
And this elusive shadow of the lungs of your eyelashes.
Starving, I come, and at dusk I seek
Your smell, your trace, your warm heart
And I sniff the air like a cougar in a desert Kitratue.

"One Hundred Sonnets of Love", 1959. "Tomorrow"
Sonnet XI