I was arriving from the hill

You opened the door for me

 You put your hand on your heart

Felt in pain & wept

Vye-Vye-Vye

I am burning

Vye-Vye-Vye

I"m melting burning

I was hard cold

You heartily cried

With Your heavy tears

You melted me

Vye-Vye-Vye

I was a dry tree

You Spring Sun

Your love flowered

My branches and leaves

Vye-Vye-Vye

If you were not interested in me

Why did you love me?

You became piece of fire

And burned my heart

Vye-Vye-Vye

(pain with why)

Translated by Sylva Portoian