If you didn't hope for me
you wouldn't have remained vain
like the earth thirsty for rain
like a mother longing for her children
your soul dried while waiting for me
Nettle grows from my heart
which has stung you long ago
when you picked my love
you believed in me
that I'm not poisoned by sorrow
Ref.
Yes, that's me, an empty bed
in which I don't dream about anyone
to me it's dark even when it's day
I, my dear, am unhappy