I said: Be silent, hide inside your pathetic and anger
It's not for the first time, neither for last.
Don't let her see you in your weakness.
I said: endure this, get used to her absence at once So that even a single mark won't remain, though it'll hurt
I said: this dress is too tight for me
Its fabric doesn't suit, its cut is too narrow
But she didn't listen, didn't talk
Vanished, didn't come to an agreement
I couldn't teach her love
I said to my tongue: be silent, conceal
Lock your words of love
It's not spring neither summer
Get used to winter already