"The white meanwhile
with strawberry colored mouths
itself winded the same as a snake
out of hot reason
the firm breasts tied up in the bodice
it expresses a word
that is like at a breath also [can't translate this word]
'On my lips lies an enamel, became that conscience to me on the alcove deeply buried the tears dry quickly on my pounding breast, the old men laugh, like the childhood desire who coverless and naked sees me, [can't translate this word] gladly on moon and sun and the sky and the stars I am, my wiser friend, sent in my art, when terribly the weakened man stretches my arm over, and his wild bit blooms [supposed to referr to an erect penis, I suppose] my breast toward so weakly and strongly at the same time, so shy and audacious. Even angels would give on the bed itself wild and hot that yet that are sexless, for me of the hell praise.'
Organize as out of that and sucked all my marks [tried to make that make sense...] and as I am groaning on the down arch to the long favorite/dear kiss, there I will no longer see a tube laying across from me, with slime and puss heavily I lock the eyes quickly in the [frosty?] [can't translate this word], around me tomorrow [doesn't make sense...] newly to your raised yet [to] me to the side at that monstrous palace, that completely, so I believed, from my blood satisfied, there it was a rattling skeleton alone to see abominably rattling as/like the turned weathervane and as/like [the end of a cliff?] on the irons are fastened The rattle itself moved in the storm of the winter night."
Okay, a lot of it didn't make much sense, but there it is.
"The white meanwhile with strawberry colored mouths itself winded the same as a snake out of hot reason the firm breasts tied up in the bodice it expresses a word that is like at a breath also [can't translate this word]
'On my lips lies an enamel, became that conscience to me on the alcove deeply buried the tears dry quickly on my pounding breast, the old men laugh, like the childhood desire who coverless and naked sees me, [can't translate this word] gladly on moon and sun and the sky and the stars I am, my wiser friend, sent in my art, when terribly the weakened man stretches my arm over, and his wild bit blooms [supposed to referr to an erect penis, I suppose] my breast toward so weakly and strongly at the same time, so shy and audacious. Even angels would give on the bed itself wild and hot that yet that are sexless, for me of the hell praise.'
Organize as out of that and sucked all my marks [tried to make that make sense...] and as I am groaning on the down arch to the long favorite/dear kiss, there I will no longer see a tube laying across from me, with slime and puss heavily I lock the eyes quickly in the [frosty?] [can't translate this word], around me tomorrow [doesn't make sense...] newly to your raised yet [to] me to the side at that monstrous palace, that completely, so I believed, from my blood satisfied, there it was a rattling skeleton alone to see abominably rattling as/like the turned weathervane and as/like [the end of a cliff?] on the irons are fastened The rattle itself moved in the storm of the winter night."
Okay, a lot of it didn't make much sense, but there it is.