Goodbye

Flammable Lamps nightfall

evening might be the last.

Heading out to the last take-off

moth wings.

You fly always toward the light,

It is your soul flight,

and the final destination.

Mourning veil dresses

The last dark night of the bride.

Blazing flames above

by the fire, and sparks

fly there and come here.

It is time to say goodbye

you go out,

I'll stay here for a while.

I see the trembling hands,

and a man's very selfish.

Time does not allow for mercy,

no moth wings

forever off somewhere to carry.

a young woman with dark,

I sang a dance by the campfire,

and guitar longing rang.

I sang when, whenever

the nightingale, and the night color

Vibrato wild rang.

Then the period of the steppes

ran wild horses

brushes swaying in the wind.