Come, nights of spring are dying,
but moon of dream isn't gloomy
with clouds of despair yet;
you won’t come,
you won’t come,
I know,

yet sea is not sleeping,
Ship of hope is still sailing
in tides of memory of you!
why isn’t  sea sleeping yet?
why're tides still falling in other tides?
why?

come, stay just for the time,
until the sea rest in peace,
oh come, nights of spring are dying.