When dusk appears here,
It dawns in your country.
Night marches with snake’s hood;
My heart and eyebrow tremble in fear.
When night approaches at your home,
Our magpies whistle here;
Your whole body sweats in fright
As if there were venom in the air.
Lorena, my sweet bride,
We won’t live more on two distant shores;
We will taste the honey of same flowers
And cultivate love-crops in the same fields.
With our four eyes, we will watch the same dawn
Touching the same night by our two hearts;
If we become two graves for our love, we will be
But we will stay side by side in the same soil for ever.
