I am afraid that the rain of the world, and not with me
I have a rain knot
Winter was covering me with his coat
I do not think of cold or boredom
The wind was blowing behind my window
Vthamsin: Hold here my hair
Now I sit down
On my arm. on my face. On my back
It is defending me .. you traveler
Such as the Yamama, between the eye and the sight
How can I erase you from the sheets of my memory?
And you are in the heart like engraving in stone
I love you, you who live my blood
If you are in China, or if you are in the moon
There is something in the unknown that you enter
And you have something of history and fate
