Then Lily of the valley bloomed
And the nightingales were not silent.
Spring was luxurious,
There were years when they loved.
The stars poured on the sides,
I made a wish - not everything came true.
Because I remembered that night,
When the hair was dazed.
And then your fragile camp,
As I touched it with my hands.
The love of weberhaus volcano,
That does not fade with the years.