Your roses on my breast
Felix Paul Weingartner
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.