Ah! always to be able to freely love the one whom one loves!
To spend our lives like our last days together.
To protect you against imaginary satyrs,
so that I can be the only one to throw you on this bed of moss.
We'll find each other again... and when dusk falls,
we'll go deep in the woods to lose the paths leading to this century.
I want to imagine us in this enchanted island of immortals.
I picture it as being so beautiful.
Come, far from the cities and the din,
We'll forget everything but the Ethics of Beauty
