When nigt beholds the heated tops

When night behold the heated tops
Of the mount hotel where we met,
And shines with stars like silver drops,
I search in them Your eyes, like mad!
I fall asleep beneath the stars
And dreams lead to the same place :
I try to find You in the bars
Of nightly hotel, and I chase
Every person, turn his face,
And see that she's not You, o no!
And wet with tears my crazy go,
And look at every person here,
And try to find Your lovely room
And when I found, I see Your loom,
But it's not You, oh painful fear!
And then the noice of father's car
Takes me away from here so far,
So far away from where my soul
Is left in mountain Limassol,
And I wake up and smell my sweat,
And with some tears make it more wet,
And run away from painful bed,
And in the toilet I shake my head,
And someone knocking on the door,
I eat my tears, escape the loo,
And check my chats, coz maybe You
Decided to write something now,
But You did not, and I do bow
To colled floors and lift my head :
"I do believe in You, my Lord,
You see all this, so I won't pled -
Plese hold the world as You do hold
Plese do what You consider right,
In You there's much more mind and light,
But help me please, I'm feeling pain"
I didn't end, but feel now hope
Is wetting with revivng rain
The empty fields that I must cope,
"O thank You", and I