Luyện nghe bài hát The Butterfly

This evening the moon more lazily
As some fair woman, in cushions deep
With gentle caresses listlessly
The of her breasts before she sleeps
On backs of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she
And gazes on white visions
like a blossoming to heaven rise
When sometimes on globe, in indolence
She a secret tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set oblivion
in his hand this pale and furtive tear
This opal where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his far from the sun