The wind of that memory arrives 
at the corner of my abandonment
and amid the dead dust of yesterday,
your love also returned. 
I don't know if you will live happily 
or if the world has defeated you... 
If living without wanting to live, 
you seek the peace of dying.

Doubt of your absence and of my blame,
sorrow of having to remember.
Dream of the past that accuses me,
hands that don't want to forgive.
Friendly pain of existing with your shadow,
regret of knowing you are good.
Distant pain of hearing the dead voices
that name you again and again.

Now I don't dream that you will return
to the failure of my life,
nor that in your heart beat,
I would have the urge to go.
I only wish that if you are also
on the cross of abandonment,
You'll know how to forget me in your mercy...
So, look at what I am.

Sorrow of your absence without return,
sorrow of knowing that you won't come back,
Sorrow of hearing in my abandonment,
voices that accuse me when they arrive.
Friendly pain of existing with your shadow,
regret of knowing you are good.
Distant pain of hearing the dead voices,
of yesterday's happiness that name you.

I don't know if you will live happily
or if you the world has defeated you...
If living without wanting to live,
you seek the peace of dying.<br />
			     <br />
			     Thanks to Razvan