Is it the cry of birds , or the wind howling,
Whether someone entered the garden along with the darkness .
Or simply knock on the heart froze window
Whether weary hand tremor -
Not meant to know ...
Whether the window is open , forget , sleep,
Maybe mirror broken, do not look ,
Or simply knock on the heart froze window
Whether weary hand tremor -
Not meant to know ...
Wind above the river , heart hand , longing,
Give me to drink longingly .
Wind behind the wall , a month behind , water,
Give me to drink water, give me to drink water ...
I was dressed in white , dark hair .
And now - as I sed harrier , black sleeves !
Maybe it's the old one or a stranger,
That tramp that penetrated
Together with the darkness ...
Wind above the river , heart hand , longing,
Made me drunken with longing.
Wind behind the wall , a month behind , water,
Give me to drink water , drink water ...
