The empty house, the sad house, the whistle and the furnace, without you , the color of happiness, my dear , the fog of the alleys is no longer from me,
but your shadow is visible, I hear the voice of the night saying that the one who has gone is here, you went with the night and you come with the night from the land of exile in my heart, you stay in my heart full of pride and nobility, you went with the night and you come with the night from the land of exile in my heart, you are proud and Nobility, now my hand only reads the poem of your hands, the good feeling of being in your hands remains in my veins, now my hand reads only the poem of your hands, the good feeling of being in your hands remains in my veins, the empty house, the sad house, the
whistle and furnace, the color of happiness, my dear, the fog of the alleys is no longer from me,
but your shadow is visible, I hear the voice of the night saying that the one who has gone is here.
