I'm calling the one who rises me to a superior state of mind, Looking for the blinding meeting of the bodies, Calling the pleasure to exercise the force. ¡Oh babalon! Alim – peri broton tais abrotais erotos. Hitting the bed whit my lance, A door is opened, And I can see all my desires together. The hallucinations in my eyes, The scents, The violent contemplation, The wetness that melts the forms, The absolute state of magnificence. Alim – peri broton tais abrotais erotos The wild movements, The sounds, The unbridled parade of blood, The air between the friction of gods. ¡Oh babalon!