Not quite well translated... It's more something like this.
Breathless, feet appeased, I try above all not to weaken, of thinking only of this obsession. I need to bring it's image forever, as to not forget why I am here. That this step forward would be futile, if I would go live a plentyfull happiness, inconscious of this unhappy flower, ready to pick me up at the first wrong step. I must hold on and wait, so I regret nothing. Like a last image, the one that maybe I want to remember of us, I will be there, forever, suspended to your lips...
Not quite well translated... It's more something like this.
Breathless, feet appeased, I try above all not to weaken, of thinking only of this obsession. I need to bring it's image forever, as to not forget why I am here. That this step forward would be futile, if I would go live a plentyfull happiness, inconscious of this unhappy flower, ready to pick me up at the first wrong step. I must hold on and wait, so I regret nothing. Like a last image, the one that maybe I want to remember of us, I will be there, forever, suspended to your lips...