Increase my passion, increase it
And stir, like a torrent,
The rock of my stillness
And remove the garment
That once trembled from my eyes,
For I have been cured of the coldness
And know that I was raised without a mother
And I yearn for the wine of breasts
I lived as an orphan
O daughter of the hills
I never laid my head upon the flesh of arms
I desire warmth in a long night
I hated living alone in the wilderness
My companion the night
With its bitter cold
My companion is the lightning
With the crashing thunder
I exerted myself searching for a girl
And you were the one my efforts met
After the sighs
And the pure tears
Now I feel
What is the taste of existence!
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