Do not return the letter to me again,
my heart is already full of them...

Sweetheart, let me sing you a lullaby
on a night of November...

Today, I am going to give you my heart;
it wasn't easy for me to share...

You are gone, and
I am in the arms of darkness once again...

My love, you can't just do anything,
and pretend it is right...

Tell me, who is going to accept such a heart,
which is battered and bruised...