In the midst of the fog

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Her name is mist

her white skin was quivering

on the day we met in a beautiful place

when we danced in an embrace

this wonderful gentle person

why was she sadly, why was she sadly

trembling... trembling...

like a flower in the wind

the fog, the hotels, a night of love

Your burnt, beloved cheek was

always, in such a lonely way, always, in such a lovely way

and she disappeared in just one night

before comes the day light

only a bittersweet fragrance

like the almond trees bloom in the night

when lilacs are opening their flowers

oh don't stay far from me

please come closer

In the midst of the fog,in the midst of the fog.