The mountains and the plains are moaning from this separation, I am saddened by the sadness of this heart, where are you tomorrow , good travel, good travel, my traveller , dont cry, dont cry, it is
raining for me, tonight my heart is sad, tonight my tired soul is quietly leaving my eyes, tonight my eyes may be in your eyes, maybe you will come back from the thought of traveling, tonight I have a cold memory of this kiss, this kiss is constantly dripping on my lips, drops of tears, my eyes are dripping with drizzle. The drizzle of rain is tied to your skirt , you have made the burden of the journey with you, O most lover, I have made the
color of your eyes the color of the sea , my chest, the plain of sorrows, I remember that I was with you in the rain, I was with you alone in the rain, it
is raining with you alone, tonight my heart is sad, tonight my soul is slowly leaving tired, tonight this is your last word , you have taken the desire of life from my head , you have said that you may come from the trip, but You cant believe me, believe in your
departure, look at my plea, I cried in the rain in this look,
but rain from my soul, my sin,
this last word of yours has taken away from me, you have said the desire of life from my head, maybe you will come from the trip, but I cant believe
when it will go, because of me , the last kiss of the night , you went under the rain and I made your voice, but in the embrace of the night, you hid
