I see you with the eyes of my soul,I search for you everywhere.Why did you become like the wind,The moment I open my eyes I find you no more?
I feel your scent everywhere,Like the red rose in May,For I am its branch,You are the most beautiful petal.
Why did you become like the rain,You washed my face with tears,The sun came out and you left,
Ah, sunbeam, I could not hold you.Why did you become the heat,And burn my soul completely?I kissed your hot tear,
You dried my lips and mouth.Come then, for I am waiting,To smell your beautiful hair,For when I have you in my arms,
I have all the seasons together.
