In the hot dance of bacchanalia

In the hot dance of bacchanalia Forget your love Let them, knowing no sorrows Blood is splashing in a vague heart To die with a frisky bacchante Let her tympanum fall asleep And no one gets up sober Let everyone be drunk with passion! Let the moon cast shadows At her young breasts Hug her knees Forget the cold life! Covering with a burning caress The bacchante's camp is young Revel in an old fairy tale About love, always alive! After dancing and dancing You'll cling to her chest Intoxicated by a sweet fairy tale Tell the morning: "Wait a minute!" In the hot dance of bacchanalia Forget your love Let them, knowing no sorrows Blood is splashing in a vague heart Let the moon cast shadows At her young breasts Hug her knees Forget the cold life! Covering with a burning caress The bacchante's camp is young Revel in an old fairy tale About love, always alive! Let the moon cast shadows At her young breasts Hug her knees Forget the cold life! Covering with a burning caress The bacchante's camp is young Revel in an old fairy tale About love, always alive!