The smell of linden flowers makes me drunk,
Come on, my darling, take me by the hand,
And let’s dance under the full moon shadow,
Together with the moonlight rays playing in the meadow.
Let’s dance under these trees,
Where light is playing with the leaves,
Let’s dance, come into my embrace,
And pray that time forget this place.
Let’s sleep into this bed of flowers,
This moment is forever ours,
Just you and me under the moonlight dance,
It’s this the birth of a naive romance?