The hatred of autumn clouds, the hatred of a sad sunset , the witness of my breaking, the drop of rain on the soil of homesickness, all the sunset of sorrow, all the clouds of the world, the strangers baggage, the road to the seas , the loneliness of the world, I wish you were here and saw what a stranger I am without you, I wish you knew that without you, there is a gradual death , the memory of you is the only comrade in consciousness and drunkenness, I am the air of crying, the sound of crying, I am a good and noble helper, without you I am very I am strange I have the air of crying in the sound of crying I am a good and noble helper without you I am very strange without you every moment of a century every breath of a deadly wound just by saying your name is on my lips Laughter Oh that this is only a moment after those crying words is the place of every song here every voice is the sound of crying I am the air of crying I am a good and noble helper without you I am very strange I am the air of crying I am a good and noble helper without you, I am a stranger.
