Where's your breath, which dances with you on a silver flowers,
which shows you round your dreams and yearns?
Where are all your tears you left me for a memory of sorrowful river?
Where's your soul, which left for the land of immortality?
Now I'm kneeling with a sword in my hand by the well of oblivion
and I'm leaving my destiny, the destiny, which is in mourning.
I'm asking for the end - I can't find your heart, your breath,
maybe you're distant, maybe behind the horizon.
But my destiny can't see it any more.
I'm crying. I can remember your hair, which remained me
with the hope that I will find the gift of Gods - for you and my belief.
I wish I could feel your breath once more,
just once more.
which shows you round your dreams and yearns?
Where are all your tears you left me for a memory of sorrowful river?
Where's your soul, which left for the land of immortality?
Now I'm kneeling with a sword in my hand by the well of oblivion
and I'm leaving my destiny, the destiny, which is in mourning.
I'm asking for the end - I can't find your heart, your breath,
maybe you're distant, maybe behind the horizon.
But my destiny can't see it any more.
I'm crying. I can remember your hair, which remained me
with the hope that I will find the gift of Gods - for you and my belief.
I wish I could feel your breath once more,
just once more.