I do not know where you are,
I do not know with whom you are,
In this night when everything is divided into two,
except the pain.
I do not know where you are,
and I will never find out,
if you found a shelter,
a house, a front yard of your life.
Ref:
Eh, if the sorrow was a snow,
so it would melt by the morning,
then I could finally,
when I close my eyes, not get tired.
Eh, if the sorrow was a hill,
so the wind makes it bare,
I could not even then,
as I can not now, to get over you.
It is not the great distances,
that appeared to my heart,
when filled with sorrow, it believed
that it was enough to hear your voice.
It is not the great distances,
that instilled in the soul,
bare are those fields of hope,
and barricades between the two of us.