Don't go far off, not even for a day, because I don't know how to say it - a day is longhand I will be waiting for you, as Iran empty station when the trains earmarked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for a second, my dearest, because at that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander failover all the earth, asking, will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?