Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Man and a Woman lyrics

The snow falls on the house's chimney Now, in the hall of mirrors There is a woman waiting A man smitten in her blood Ploughs her body's blooming fields A man is born of her ribs Abides in her Hides in her memory Pulsating in her ravenous blood drops Ascending like a tree In her cells and in her trembling limbs A man took her In his embrace And the four seasons' flame in her blood blazed.