In the nights, in my nights
Swirling dreams are all about,
Sweet to the taste they are like new wine.
I dream of the blossoming trees that let float
Their petals until I am covered by them.  

What am I saying ? 
Not petals but kisses,
Blushing all over like the reddest wine.
And sad like butterflies who divine
That they must be leaving with the sunshine.

In the nights, in my nights
Swirling dreams are all about,
Are heavy like the tired sand.
I picture that falling from dying trees
Withering leaves alight on my hand.

What ?  Not leaves falling;
Hands, they are hands
That caress like the sands whirl around me barely sensed,
Weary like butterflies who feel their end
Draws near as the rays of the sun ascend.

In the nights, in my nights
Swirling dreams are all about,
Blue with the pangs of my longing they glow.
I picture that falling from all of the trees
Are snowflakes , frozen butterflies of snow.

What am I saying?
Not snowflakes but tears
That I have been shedding in sorrow,  in grief.
Here, take my tears, beloved, you have to listen --
All of  them flowed out in longing for you.