Black, black words
Dark, dark forest
Before you tell him, that you love
For the first time.
Strange, strange way
If there isn’t in him
A trace of desire,
You will freeze
Before the dawn comes.
He won’t start loving
Your heart and time will tell you.
Empty, empty field
Before the frost comes.
You know, that he won’t dream about
You at all.
He’ll go away on the road to the east.
Cold, cold water
The eye of the well will twitch
When you look at it
You’ll start crying
That you feel so bad, you feel so bad, you feel so bad.