Gilt reflection of your tear shone in the night.
'Don`t go'- said you, embracing me tight.
Knowing it`s not your blame, I whispered to you, -
'All will be gone with the wind, sorry. Don`t be blue'
The unloved one is waiting for me by the window.
On dark nights, as usual, by the window,
Waits for me. She waits for me, oh...