where’s your breath, which dances with you on a silver flowers,
which shows you round your dreams and yearns?
where are all your tears you left me for a memory of sorrowful river?
where’s your soul, which left for the land of immortality?
now i’m kneeling with a sword in my hand by the well of oblivion
and i’m leaving my destiny, the destiny, which is in mourning.
i’m asking for the end – i can’t find your heart, your breath,
maybe you’re distant, maybe behind the horizon.
but my destiny can’t see it any more.
i’m crying. i can remember your hair, which remained me
with the hope that i will find the gift of gods – for you and my belief.
i wish i could feel your breath once more,
just once more.