I dream of trees and orchids in scarlet spheres ;
I dream of seven moons shimmering above twilight chapels ;
I dream of hills overgrwon with trembling juniper ;
I dream of silent colonnades leading through stony archways in infinite gardens ;
Acacia ? woods hem in mossy busts covered with ivy ;
Endless paths run under the dark branches of elder firs ;
Mon cher ami de pierre ;
Est-ce que tu as jamais revé ?
Est-ce que tu dors sous les voix majestueuse des arbres gris ?
Mon cher ami de pierre ;
Parfois, j?écoute ta chanson triste.
I grope my anxious way through whispering beech ? forests ;
And I discover myself sleeping in my close bed ;
Under an ancient column with weather ? beaten inscriptions ;
You, kissing my white cheek and crying silver tears ;
Can't you help me, beloved one?
Don't wake me up, just wander with me in thy dream ;
Lie down close to me ;
And let me see ;
Your poetry ;
Mon cher ami de pierre ;
Est-ce tu as jamais pleuré ?
Pour le lierre tu chantes des serenades au soir ;
Viens, mon ami, danse avec moi sur les prés en été ;
Viens.
Of trees and orchids the wise man sings in minor ;
Ponds are reflecting the foliage's play ;
The oleander is in bloom ;
And sylphs delight this fragile beauty ;
Oh, my trees, oh, my orchids, what a nocturnal romance ;
And don't wake me up, just wander with me in thy dream ;
Lie down close to me ;
And let me see ;
Your poetry ;
What a nocturnal romance.