Neither loneliness, nor sorrow, those old songs
None of them upset me as much as your absence
Night, rain and cold on the streets of the city
Your image is in my eyes, your longing is in my heart
I'm tired out in foreign land hey gazelle
Longing exhausted, I came to an end hey gazelle
I set out for you again
I came, I reached your hands
I'm a lost, oversensitive child
Don't leave me