| Are you still alive, my dear granny? I am alive as well. Hello! Hello! May there always be above you, honey, The amazing stream of evening glow. I've been told that hiding your disquiet, Worrying about me a lot, You go out to the roadside every night, Wearing your shabby overcoat. I'm your tender son as ever, dear, And the only thing I dream of now Is to leave this dismal boredom here And return to our little house. And how! I'll return in spring without warning When the garden blossoms, white as snow. Please don't wake me early in the morning, As you did before, eight years ago. Please don't teach me how to say my prayers! There is no way back to what is gone. You're my only joy, support and praise And my only flare shining on. Please forget about your pain and fear, and don't worry over me a lot Don't go out to the roadside, dear, Wearing your shabby overcoat. |
