I WILL LAY MY HEAD ON THE YOUR WHITE HILL

I WILL LAY MY HEAD ON THE YOUR WHITE HILL

"I'll let you live," you said, and then left me. I did not have to ask, "Will you come back or let me die." This question silence that remained behind you even today I asking. For, what am I without you ... without your smile ... without happiness which you emanated ... a stranger in silence... a stranger to myself ... a man with no joy... body which holds only one hope... that you will come back someday... and that the Goddess once more leave me to be happy... for a moment...

I will lay my head on the your white hill. Breathe the smells of your... My heart are enough your breasts. At them I lay my breath, instill in them my heart, and there find refuge... and then when once voices of longing silenced... I'll be happy again...

...and if we're lucky and you will again feel happiness with me...