I saw your vehicle, it was big and surprising ..
I saw him, he was so restless and loud.
Nobody will tell me that I'm lying ...
Because I do not lie ...
But you hurt me,
but you do not cry.

When was it...
Twenty-fifth or sixth.
You came for me in a chaise,
That hypocritical horse.
He was grey and beautiful.
As your agreed to the horse, he was grey and attractive too,
But you took him away from me,
And drove him out of me.

It was a long time ago...
In forty and fifth.
When it was you, you bought me an ice cream.
We were sat admiring these fields, these meadows and those hills.
Once convicted, they were condemned.

And now you left…
The emptiness remained with me as you.
The soot and black bridge of Nigara fill you up.
Now you are not there...
But the child stayed sample and graceful.
As she was before you were here too.