In the dark many bird voices call, br br The trees and the springs murmur noisily, br br In the clouds a rose-colored glow sounds br br Like early love's distress. The night blues away - br br With shy hands the twilight softly polishes br br The love lair, feverishly stirred up, br br And lets the drunkenness of languished kisses end br br In dreams, smiling and felt half-awake.