I await by the window, yearning.
Like the shore awaits for her wavelets.
Like the nest allures the bird to come back,
Like the flower impatiently expects Spring.

But you're far away...

Amongst the infinite horizons, I sketch your image.
And my longing I send to thee, with the wind.
She's my Hermes, the courier..

Waiting I'll be, always by my window
Albeit I spend hundreds of years.
I know, one day you'll definitely come
Loneliness of this heart can not break me in tears