O lovers, O lovers, it is the time of departure from the world in
the ears of my soul, the drum of departure reaches my soul from the sky,
these calls are from before and after the call of departure, and the bell is breathed
and breathed every moment, in the place
of the saddle of the fallen candles, the saddle of the azure curtains of the mood, the
wonder comes out to become the unseen, the
saddle of the wheel of your wheel, the saddle of your wheel, your dreamers, your cry
from this lifetime, the light of the bell, from these expensive
dreams, to the heart. Wake up, O friend, go to the lover,
O constable Wake up, dont be asleep, maybe the constable,
every side of the candle and the torch, everywhere the call and busyness
of the night, the world is pregnant, the eternal world,
you have become a flower and you have become a fool, you have become wise, you dragged it to the other side, I dragged it to the other side, I
have no stone in the bottom, I do not have a box, I do
not fight with anyone, I am narrow, because I like like the flower,
so my anger was on the other side of the world, the world is on the other
side of the world, I sit on the other side of the world. Doorstep
