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Wonderful days have passed and autumn is on the doorstep

Rains without interruption, they are no longer pleasing for a long time,

My soul hurts and my heart is always aching with anxiety,

A string of everyday life, everything is like a black and white movie.

And not to see the sun and again the darkness in the soul,

With your departure, everything is gloomy and unpretentious,

I live in a whirlwind, in weightlessness and emptiness,

I seek justice in the stream of false truth.

Days go by and again my thoughts of you

How do you live, what you breathe, believe and call,

And without your love I am completely weak

Tired of unpretentious thoughts and ignoramuses.

And again I listen to the silence

I can easily recognize you by the steps and voice of my own,

I see you again dozing and half asleep,

Our parting mercilessly eternally cuts in a living way.

And every time I call you again before sleep

I can’t find a reason for our parting

I reach for you for light and sincere warmth,

Please and I beg you to return Kristina to us.