Another longing in the tunnel

And in the heart a thousand questions

The answer is absolute denial

And the spirit of a bird looks down upon me from above the hills

Covered with the heart's remorse, its wings spread

Come, blue sea

To our enemy, come, rise and drown

Because the ink has formed on the paper

And the groaning broke my heart, so I took pity

My ink on the paper spoke

And said to the heart: Come, wake up

And let the sadness go and shine

Because sadness is sadness and a tear drips

And overflows upon us like a noose

So, O doors of the homeland, by God, do not close them

Because the heart of the warrior has called you, so stick to it

And let the path knock on me

By my father in whom sadness settled

And made the heart a blazing fire

How long will this brilliance remain?

Will the sadness that has passed be of any use? From the era of sadness that stole

Memories of an era that documented our moments

So bury, O stranger

The sadness that overflowed upon me and tore the heart with its fangs

Or let me be in the tune of lightning that insomnia controlled

And wiped away its tears and led the sadness that exhausted

To the end of the road of that tunnel

Come and spread your wings, O bird, and fly

In the forests or in the trees that were elegant

And be you at the speed of lightning

Light the universe from the east that I long for

And light it with light in the twilight

You must yearn

For a memory that stores another light in the tunnel