In the evening of the acquaintance, tired of the pain of separation, that sad night, the pain of every star cried, I sat by your house sad, you gave me a letter in my hand.
You went and the song of your feet wrapped in the atmosphere of the house, the wild wind groaned, the chicken laughed drunkenly at night, I read the love of the sad wind, I read your love letter, my heart trembled, I stayed by your house in vain, I cried like a candle until dawn, I cried on the grave of my heart without you, who else can sing the moments of waiting of the heart.
You went and the song of your feet wrapped in the atmosphere of the house, the wild wind groaned, the chicken laughed drunkenly at night, I read the love of the sad wind, I read your love letter, my heart trembled, I stayed by your house in vain, I cried like a candle until dawn, I cried on the grave of my heart without you, who else can sing the moments of waiting of the heart.
