I want to

   Here is the lips of oblivion 
   brings the cup, that is, do not drink. 
   I offer my arms to you 
   I want to be, dip into 
   direct fulfillment of love. 

   I want a love story of the century, 
   and a sheet of pure white; altar 
   we love. the fulfillment 
   crown your heat. I do not need clowns 
   I entertain, but a man of heat, 
   from the hip to the hip swinging.