Elaeudanla Teiteia

On my portable Remington
I wrote your name Laetitia
Elaeudanla Teiteia

Laetitia, the days that follow one another
Alas, they are not alike
Elaeudanla Teiteia

It is my pain that I cultivate
By typing these eight letters
Elaeudanla Teiteia

It is a very sickly flower
I touch it with my fingertips
Elaeudanla Teiteia

If I have to drift away
I am willing to go for you
Elaeudanla Teiteia

My reason, ultimately
Is lost in these eight letters
Elaeudanla Teiteia

On my portable Remington
I wrote your name Laetitia
Elaeudanla Teiteia