Your roses on my breast

Your roses on my breast,

I sit among strangers,

Letting them speak, letting them be noisy,

A new secret deep in my heart.

When I take part in their laughter,

It is a laugh of my love;

When I listen earnestly to my neighbour,

I listen with bliss to my soul.

Although for an entire long evening

I must be far from you, my love,

Without ceasing, I secretly kiss

Your roses on my breast.