When the wind dozes in the embrace of the tree,
and the birds fall asleep side by side,
silence begins its lonely,
melancholic song.
Sleep, sleep, oh beloved wind,
rest, oh gentle birds,
I had already laid bare my heart
for the arrival of mournful songs.
When the wave settles in the embrace of the shore,
and the stars remain eternally silent,
a person understands his lonely,
solitary journey.
Sleep, sleep, oh beloved wave,
rest, oh gentle stars,
I had already laid bare my heart
for the arrival of farewell songs.
AK 24.2.24