milano ratri pohalo - Making Love

Night to make love is over, time to put the light out -

When flowers go dry and bushels are emptied.

When memories become bleak, the flare of pain lingers on

To light a desolate lamp at the hour of gloom.

The early spring creepers that hugged the woods

Lament in pain as the season draws to an end.

Over and yet a little left, a few songs left behind

To hum in mellifluous memory.