A blue fire began to sweep, Forgotten relatives. For the first time I sang about love, For the first time I refuse to make a scandal. I was all like a neglected garden, He was averse to women and potions. I stopped liking drinking and dancing And lose my life without looking back. I just want to look at you See the eye of a golden-brown pool, And so that, not loving the past, You couldn't leave for someone else. Gentle gait, light waist, If you knew with a persistent heart, How can a bully love? How he knows how to be submissive. I would forget the taverns forever And I would have given up writing poetry, Just touch your hand subtly And your hair is the color of autumn. I would follow you forever Whether in your own or in someone else’s... For the first time I sang about love, For the first time I refuse to make a scandal. 1923
