The tempting smell of fragile fruits
Dances with me like death with an old man
I don't lean on it
I'm dancing with a girl.

My armour shines from ideas
It's gold plate reflects the field of glory
Remembering the storms and drooping eyelides
And I'm shiny, proud and fulfilled.

The pungent smell of victory
Winds round my naked body
I kiss the damb morning
Dew washes away the guilt.

And I, proud and fulfilled
Drink wine of the best year
The young blood of my forefathers.

The pungent smell of victory
Winds round my naked body
I kiss the damp morning
Dew washes away the guilt.

The tempting smell of fragile fruits
Dances with me like death with an old man
I don't lean on it
I'm dancing with a girl.