Tárin [English translation]

Both standing motionless

everything still the same as before

over the years.

Yet something has changed

something that was dead

and the tears.

The letter makes me shiver and cold

I can feel her moving farther away.

I can see through everything

the cold gaze

and the tears.

This game has ended

in knowledge

and wounds.

Wickedness acknowledged

she stares but then turns away.

Out of sight

no longer mine

with my wounds.

I sit and hang my head

alone and with no feelings

with my tears.

Regrets are plain to see

my conscience weighs me down.

Frantically I run

clutching the letter in my hand

and my tears.

Nothing will stop my

broken heartbeat

and the wounds.

Stop, stare into the abyss

take courage, think it over.