While I'm moaning with longing at distant
While I'm waiting for a hopeful news
I've heard that you've forgotten me
You've been landing on a different branch every day 1
Now I've realised, you never loved me
What didn't I sacrifice for you
No, you can't fool (me) again
Everything's going to end, you can't prevent
Look the memories became dreams
They've gone, they've gotten lost - they wouldn't even return if I say "return"
They can't return, those happy days
Buds2 will fade without opening
Darkness to surround all around you
One last ship will depart from this port
No one will wave after it3
This life will end goodbye, goodbye
1. An analogy to the birds on trees.2. Plant buds3. When ships, trains, buses etc. are departing; people wave their handkerchiefs just like waving hands. It's almost nonexistent now, due to lack of cloth pocket handkerchief usage - unlike 20th century