The night soaks itself br along the shore of the river br and in Lolita's breasts br the branches die of love. br br The branches die of love. br br Naked the night sings br above the bridges of March. br Lolita bathes her body br with salt water and roses. br br The branches die of love. br br The night of anise and silver br shines over the rooftops. br Silver of streams and mirrors br Anise of your white thighs. br br The branches die of love.