Guitar

You each time sat down at a window,
With you there was a favourite guitar,
I heard a sound from silence,
As you sing, as you play,
As if it not with me...
I shall go from mind(wit) from these sounds,
So it is pleasant for me to hear again,
When I go to you my love.
Night without dream to me to not fall asleep,
Me pulls again to you,
Play for me gentle harp,
Your voice so is fine,
I him(it) live in each afternoon,
I do not have meaning of the life without you,
Your guitar is my heart,
Strings my eyes...
As I wished to be with you,
But you nevertheless have chosen a guitar,
My heart does not have rest,
I thirst your love about my soul,
About what you sing the sad song?
Whether tell to me that song about me?
You have not told to me words,
Looked afar and in it(her) you see emptiness,
And emptiness of heart will not close your pain,
Play to me again this song,
Let there lives in you a guitar...