My sweet spring, you make your way without haste, Bloom with our love, As soon as we feel the taste. When you hold me close and softly, Passion blooms sweetly, Like a rose with golden petals, You sprout slowly. The lips then part, Caressed by the moment, They are ready to welcome us, Like a poisoned loving dart. My sweet spring, You drive me insane, making your way in small steps, While I forget my pain.