I wait for you. The years in silence pass
And as the image, one, I wait for you again.
The distance is in flame — and clear one as glass,
I, silent, wait — with sadness, love and pain.
The distance is in flame, and you are coming fast,
But I’m afraid that you will change your image yet,
And will initiate the challenging mistrust
By changing features, used, at long awaited end.
Oh, how I will fell — so low and so pine,
Unable to overcome my dreams’ continued set!
The distance is such bright! And azure is so fine!
But I’m afraid that you will change your image yet.