Evening Harmony

See come the time when shaking on its stem
Each flower smokes its perfume like a censer
The perfumes and the sounds turn in the evening air
Melancholy waltz and languid ecstasy

Each flower smokes its perfume like a censer
The violin moans like a heart in pain
Melancholy waltz and languid ecstasy
The sky is a sad and lovely altar

The violin moans, a heart in pain
A tender heart that hates the great black void
The sky is sad and lovely as an altar
The sun drowns in its blood, which congeals

A tender heart that hates the great black void
Of the luminous past harvests every trace
The sun is drowned in its clotted blood
Your memory in me shines like a host of stars