Романс [Romans] [English translation]

Tell her that I have gone,

I wasn't able to wait for her,

Only made a fire of October

To say goodbye somehow

Tell her that the new day

Will end by a tired breath

And the shaddow of the unbelievable sadness

Will spill over the loneliness

Tell her that I will return,

Tell her that I will stay,

By the tired sun I will crash on

The trembling smidgen of the heart

Tell her that I love,

Separated I'm dying

And only her in my arms

Lifting up to sunset distances

Tell her that I will return,

Tell her that I will stay,

By the tired sun will smash against

The trembling smallness of the heart