Magical languor, blue night,
Trembling darkness of spring.
The sick girl takes in, with her head dropped, 
The whisper of the night's silence.
Sleep does not close her shining eyes, 
Life beckons towards pleasures, 
Meanwhile under the window in the midnight silence
Death sings a serenade:
"In the gloom of captivity, severe and stifling, 
Your youth is fading away;
A mysterious knight, with magic powers
I'll free you up.
Stand up, look at yourself: with beauty
Your translucent face is shining, 
Your cheeks are rosy, with a wavy plait
Your figure is entwined, like with a cloud. 
The blue radiance of your piercing eyes
Is brighter than skies and fire.   
Your breath flutters with the midday heat ...
You have seduced me.
Your hearing is captured with my serenade, 
Your voice called for a knight, 
The knight has come for the ultimate reward;
The hour of ecstasy has arrived.  
Your body is tender, your trembling is ravishing...
Oh, I'll suffocate you 
in my strong embraces: listen to my seductive 
chatter! ... be silent!... You are mine!"