It’s so simple, crystal clear:
Everyone would realise
That if you don’t really love me,
You will never feel this way.
So why i’m hanging on
To the person who’s not mine?
So why i pray for him
Every night and every day?
So why i just forgot
About my friend, about my child
And about my favorite city,
My hometown, my native country?
Like a dark and wandering begar,
I walk through the local capital.
Oh, how much it’s funny to me
To think that i’ll see you there!
