I have memories of you in the place of my childhood evening , which was warm with the voice of the poet of Rudkim in the book of the heart of stories, I
have Zeto in memory of you behind the windows,
I traveled from your city, you were more tired than the lark of the rose of my garden, I have ivy at your feet
in the book of the heart of stories, I have Zeto in memory of you behind the windows, I am
no more, the sky One head, it became cold and small,
my spring, my beaker, it became a lark, the
season of dreams is
gone, the children are gone,
the alley is lonely,
we became
separated, the fountain of my eyes, it became like the sea, in the book of the
heart of stories, I am crying in memory of you behind the windows.
