I like for you to be still
　　it is as through you are absent
　　and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
　　It seems as through your eyes had flown away
　　and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
　　as all things are filled with my soul
　　your emerge from the things, fill with my soul
　　you are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams
　　and you are like the word melancholy
　　I like for you to be still, and you seem far away
　　It sounds as though you are lamenting,
　　a butterfly cooing like a dove
　　And you hear me from far away,
　　and my voice does not reach you
　　Let me come to be still in your silence
　　And let me talk to you with your silence
　　That is bright like a lamp, simple as a ring
　　You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations
　　Your silence is that of a star, as remount and candid
　　I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
　　distant and dull of sorrow, as though you had died
　　One word then, one smile, is enough
　　And I m happy, happy that’s not true