Ballad for Two Lovers

Your beloved is golden
under the glass ceilings.
Your beloved is eternal
under the shades of oaks.
Keep her warm when the rain comes,
keep her warm when the Spring's gone.
Keep her in your pocket
till the storm's all over
and then rejoice:
this is your first victory.

This is your first victory,
the first beam of Summer sun.
This is your first victory,
the first time you embrace the odds
and kiss goodbye the back of bad fortune
forever.
This is my first victory, you say, glad.
This is the first time I've got a lover
in my arms.

Your beloved is silver
under the changing seasons.
Your beloved is magical
for some playful reasons.
Keep her warm when the music's off.
Keep her warm when the winds won't blow.
Keep her in your seaside
till the fire's all over
and then rejoice:
she’s your first victory.//