Текст песни Шарль Бодлер - Печаль луны

Tonight, full of Istoma tender,
The moon cannot sleep; Isn't it in oblivion
Caressing the contours of breasts with a careless hand,
The girl languishes, yearning for love.

The moon rests among the Atlasian avalanches,
But, in a long fainting between them, immersed,
Everything wanders in gaze in the crowd of shadows unclear,
Whose white corolla's azure is still full.

When she drops to the ground from heaven
A sneak of tears, a poet will take it
And on his chest prayerfully brings

Opal, where pale light flickens the rainbow;
Despising peace and sleep, he will hide, inspired,
From the sun the greedy fragment is precious.