A cold and strange
night, a silent and silent night, a
tired body of a lover
comes, a lonely traveler comes with love,
full of passion
for companionship, the
hot chest of this migration comes to the lips of the
screams of loneliness
, but what is in vain, there
is no shelter for him,
his heart is dark, the alleys are dark,
why is there no candle on his way?
He comes, but what is in vain, there
is no longer a hand of refuge for him
, his heart is dark, so the alleys are dark,
why is there no candle in his way?
One day, when I was leaving, full
of hatred of travel,
full of hope,
full of the fame of meeting you, you
were like me that day, you were
noble, loving, and your companion, you
hated going in
the eyes of the worlds sorrows,
whether the nights when
you were like dawn for me in exile, wherever
I went,
you were my companion,
or the nights when
you were like dawn for me
in exile, wherever I
went.You were traveling with me,
I didnt know that this departure
was a time of acquaintance, it
was the bitter beginning of loneliness, it
was the evening of harmony, the
journey of virility and mourning was the
pain of separation,
for me, sorrow and regret were
liberating for you,
you were like me that day, you were
noble, loving and coming,
your heart hates this departure
in your eyes, the sorrow of the world, the
journey of virility and the mourning of
the journey was the pain of separation
, for me, sorrow and regret
were liberation for you.
