I am not that late, I am not that swift
I just follow you, on the path you creep.
Ecstasies bloom in red, like the red of your lips
See the horizon far away, what a smile it gives!
Valleys are fertile if stunning are the hills
Like the charm your undulating voice peals.
What a beauty, what a grace of your face
Oh dear! your company, for me, is no less
