Give me fire moonlight
But do not promise future troubles,
Don't take it from your hands
In his hands is the sweetest paradise;
The sweetest paradise
Sweetest hell
Let the grapes be poisoned!
I will not tear myself away from the bunch,
And I will drink this poison!
Poisoned sweetness
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