This moment isn`t just
a simple memory
that you`ll keep for
your silver age...
I don`t belong to times
that come,
I am forever yours!

So let me burn in flames
of mystic harmony
at this very moment of our time, too,
and praze you
for the woman
I have grown!

I am forever yours!

It`s such a stupid irony of life
that She should like to think
She is his Eve forever
and He her brave and ribless Adam,
and that the apples in the Garden
are all poor Newton`s business...

Oh, poor woman,
forever his!