I won't be sitting and longing all night long by the window,
I haven't afraid to stay alone.
I don't want to gather love by pieces,
I won't fly after you, no longer.
I won't grieve over you for thousand years again,
And I won't ask witches to get you back to me,
I'll want me, I swear my love,
I'll want be, but there's one thing:
I won't get back to your arms,
I won't call you back, though you called for me,
I'll fly away, I don't wait your return,
You'll call, I don't come back.
Keep taking your long path, but now without me,
I cannot understand you, I want to have a rest,
For thousand years atoning your fault with loneliness,
I might understand at the end, but there's one thing:
I won't get back to your arms,
I won't call you back, though you called for me,
I'll fly away, I don't wait your return,
You'll call, I don't come back.
I won't get back to your arms,
I won't call you back, though you called for me,
I'll fly away, I don't wait your return,
You'll call, I don't come back.