The voice is distant
Times are flying away
And eyes-
Too-
Are looking away
And i do not know what to say
Neither knows when you will be back
It may be the truth
Or just a simple lie-
What is carried in this sound
This distant sound
The sound that used to be
Mine-
Ours-
But it sounds to me
A sound of goodbye.
Goodbye, my love
If to go you must.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem