The bitter northerly winds on the mountain
and the cypresses, I won't see again
I will leave you behind now and will go far away
now I will open my wings.
The long evenings, the small cove
I will leave behind, I won't come again
for big roads for deep waters
now I open my wings.
The nights believed, I believed too
but love doesn't last long
from now on I will flee miles awau
now I will open my wings.