“Spring” by Attila Németh

I love you like the spring
So, I think about you.
In my dreams you come to me,
You sleep with my sorrow,
With my loneliness,
With steel throated birds.
I love you like the spring.
Your wrath rumbling lips
Sing the music of the flowers.
Bury me under your eyelids!
Mind you do not betray my immortality,
Because it’s all up with me!
I love you like the spring.