Who can explain emergence of obsession,

Its background is a mystery, I bet,

My sins kept silence, I forgot the passion,

But time-temptation has just spun a net.

And suddenly the longitude of Mondays

Has turned into the tempest of a ring,

The storm of love can overcome the Andes,

So I must let this nonsense has its swing.

Ungovernable hearts will soon calm down

And working days take their place as ever

I am again quiet, decent, prudent, clever

While kneading carefully life's unruly dough.