Mist arrived to the mountains
My eyes filled with tears;
The rivers cry for me
I miss my love
It's raining, it's raining,
The creeks flow;
To the green eyes/ to the lovely eyes
Who is looking now?
Wanderers go to the pastures
The paths are looking for you;
Not even the passing years
could mend the wound in my heart
The seasons just passed by
Branches of your tree grow;
Which wind is touching
your wavy hair now?...
Still the blacksea doesn't rest,
Waves are deprived of you;
Which lies took
the innocent laughters?...
My eyes are wounded
looking into the far...
Love-traps
distract my heart...