The End

The pillow will be wet with strong tears at the end of the day
Unknown late at night.
At the end of the day, I look around and see that darkness has descended,
There is no one else.

Cells full of wailling, filled with emptiness -
Immortal love story of loneliness,
Memory weaves autumn lines, winter passes
But that kamini doesn't bloom.

Pigeons are on their way home,
Leave the memory.
I was captured at this time
The dark prison of loneliness.

He who has crossed the horizon of boundless pain,
Loneliness has taken everything away.
In the last hour I died of great fear,
I will not be lost, leave this world.