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Uīuāmūs mĕă Lēsbĭa. ātque ămēmŭs.

rūmōrēsquĕ sĕnūm sĕuērĭōrŭm

ōmnēs ūnĭŭs aēstĭmēmŭs āssĭs.

sōlēs ōccĭdĕre ēt rĕdīrĕ pōssŭnt.

nōbīs cūm sĕmĕl ōccĭdīt brĕuīs lūx

nōx ēst pērpĕtŭa ūnă dōrmĭēndă.

dā mī bāsĭă mīllĕ. deīndĕ cēntŭm.

deīn mīlle āltĕră. deīn sĕcūndă cēntŭm.

deīnde ūsque āltĕră mīllĕ. deīndĕ cēntŭm.

deīn cūm mīlĭă mūltă fēcĕrīmŭs

cōntūrbābĭmŭs īllă nē scĭāmŭs

aūt nē quīs mălŭs īnuĭdērĕ pōssĭt

cūm tāntūm scĭăt ēssĕ bāsĭōrŭm

Translation

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,

and let us judge all the rumors of the old men

to be worth just one penny!

The suns are able to fall and rise:

When that brief light has fallen for us,

we must sleep a never ending night.

Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred,

then another thousand, then a second hundred,

then yet another thousand more, then another hundred.

Then, when we have made many thousands,

we will mix them all up so that we don't know,

and so that no one can be jealous of us when he finds out

how many kisses we have shared

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