All is left for me from you is music,
Memories about how it feels.
Why when one another looses
Heart remembers him and nothing heals?
All is left by you to me are letters
When I read them, seems that there was love
How it always so hurting happens?
When I think of you my heart is like a dove –
Like a dove it flutters, wants to fly
To its host which gave him meals by hand
Why you've stopped loving me, oh my?
Seems to me I’ll love you till the end…