Fire in the soul

Ôàèíà Ôàííè
I haven’t the right to call.
What a pity we have to part.
…Fire in the soul.
And smoke in the heart.

You were my dream, my sole.
My favorite work of art.
…Fire in the soul.
And smoke in the heart.

I am trying don’t cry at all.
But inside... I feel so hard.
…Fire in the soul.
And smoke in the heart.