Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows of the moon

This evening the dreams more lazily
As some woman, lost in cushions deep
With hand caresses listlessly
The of her breasts before she sleeps
On backs of avalanches soft
She often enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white visions
Which like a blossoming to heaven
When on this globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by
A poet, set oblivion
Takes in his hand this pale and tear
This opal drop rainbow hues appear
And it in his breast far from the sun