You will be a good housewife to someone else,
the eternal maker of the silken linen,*
to somebody who fell into your life right from Mars,**
to somebody who an intelligent person would not believe.
You will be faithful, honest to someone else,
like you were poison to me at all times.
In the shadows,in the veins,you'll leave a trace
but I won't ever again (come)to your doorstep.
May all your years without me be happy.
Tonight when I leave,
(in)between the unhappy,to intercept with you
again; the soul would wish for.
Esma,you will be a song,
both during the springs and during the cold.
But to me;how it will be.***
You will be to someone else all what you were not to me.
Take everything which is yours,pack(your things) and leave.
Esma,you will be a song,
both during the springs and during the cold(winters).
But to me;how it will be.***