Scarlet light of sunset shows up on the lake.
Grouses are crying in the wood, awake.
Hidden in hollow, cries an oriole.
I don"t feel like crying, brightness in my soul.
You'll come out to meet me, later in the day,
we'll sit down there under stack of hay.
I will kiss and squeeze you, like an ardent boy!
One can't blame a man for being drunk with joy.
You will chuck your kerchief as I hold you tight,
I will keep you, tipsy, in the bush all night.
Let the birds keep crying as we neck and bask.
There's a happy yearning in the purple dusk.