Arthur Rimbaud - Sensation (english version) lyrics

On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths, Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short gra**: In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I shall let the wind bathe my bare head. I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul; And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy, Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.