Soothing Your Heat, Darling

Woman, who will soothe your heat tonight Woman, who will put out the fire that does not burn Woman, who will calm the storm in the dark Woman, and who'll at last help you climb the mast. From the Angelus, you were ready to travel to nowhere After the long bath in the pond scented with jasmine You were beautiful to show off, to admire, to charm and to see As if you were waiting for a singer to allure your hands. As if you were counting on an angel to carry you under a heaven Which exists and does not exist. There, you'll be the famous poetess Who lives and wakes up on the parchment dotted with delicacy. In this euphoria, your lips will be sweetened with syrup of honey Woman, oh woman, you've found the actor who owns the velvet sword The man who can chase away your pains and worries with kisses of love.