Why do you call me your sunshine?
Please, do not. It is too much painful.
You know for sure that I'm thine,
But you won't stop being unfaithful.
I would be rather the pale moon,
Reflecting your blaze and your glory.
I know I won't be understood
If I rebel. But I will. Sorry.
Yes, I'm a pagan, you're my god,
But passion of mine should be heaven.
I loved you madly but forgot
That I am a prophetic raven.
I can tell fortune and foresee
That you will try to shoot me down.
My hero, why don't you tame me?
Why do you want to kill your crow?
And I do howl like a she-wolf,
Remembering your former care.
Again I am misunderstood,
And dreams turn into a nightmare.
Ask me why I'm so cold with you
And why tears shine upon my lashes,
Why I'm unhappy, dull and mute -
Because I am burnt down to ashes.
22.05.2017 (tr.)