The morning is not warm, but it is lonely and fills the hearts of the birds with cruelty. I am not looking for myself amidst these wild fields; I am just looking for a tale not bitter, a quiet tale from the south. So I will come back with you after a long struggle towards the very harsh endings because you are a skilled hunter. Whoever says I am not happy with you, I am so happy because I am without hope and without smile. Look at my face; it is without eyes and look into my heart; it is without love. Yes, I am a land without roses and a heart without love, so I wait for you with all longing because you are skilled hunter.