There is a hidden corner on these lands Where cold waits patiently Where, they say, the colour of the things is real.
And take a bowl of calamint tea It will keep you warm until the night is gone.
Fall arises, with all his leaves whirling in the sky Winter rises, bringing along a cloak full of cries, of cries.
Leaving all your memories far behind The night brings along four thorns of farewell Sitting down with my nightgown "“ unsweetened goodbye,
Every change of season memories Rain like a petals' storm And the horizon line dividing right from wrong.
If the silence is a torment And the wait wounds up your chest If the grandeur of these lands doesn't heal your soul
Spring arrives, and with it, sweet colours for a while Summer rises, and bitter tears fall from your eyes, your eyes
Leaving all your memories far behind The night brings along four thorns of farewell Sitting here with my nightgown "“ unsweetened goodbye,
When there is a voice recalling, when a whisper is resounding When a feather's grazing you again, you start traveling with your mind When the flowers lose their blossoms, (the) colour of your face is withered Still your mind back to where you lived, to your little garden
Leaving all your memories far behind The night brings along four thorns of farewell Sitting here with my nightgown "“ unsweetened goodbye,