And how I won’t turn to see
I’ll always want to be with her
she stays loyal to me
she does not run wild in the parks
and I also (when) out in public
am not enticed by other women
waves rise, sands move
hiss of the wind in leaves

And at night, and at night
inside me
melodies arise
and a narrow gushing flow
and my prayers are answers
to the wind

It’s quiet now…
and everyone is busy with his issues
to the best doctor in the country
in order to expose to the end
but the picture does not change.

Words and more words and their meaning
may a wave come to wash them away
but me, I’m bound to her
I wait at night
to be captivated by her
to hear the birds singing.

And how I won’t…