There is white moon
On the black linen
She is along
And so sad in the darkness…
Light is playing in your window?
And why you are not slipping?..
I am burning in your fire,
And you are mine,
You here? You are mine..
Stars are milding in the sky…
The heaven is empty.
It is too simple to live,
Because of you…
Stars are blossom in the sky
It is too late for whisper.
And to cry it is too late too,
But only keep a silent.
It is night out of windows of plain
And white clouds under me,
But please, don’t help me!