Leaves of sorrow on my way,

I stop and I say

to myself-where is the love?

Did it run away on the wings of a dove?

 

And if it ran, will it come back to me?

If it returns, I will embrace the sea,

the mountains, the sky, your voice.

Everything, less this overwhelming noise!

 

The noise of your absence and of your silence,

which stole my sleep and my joy.

If you return to me, I will shine again

and together we will shine even brighter.