When I'm lost in the rush of autumn flowers,
Then you show anger-indignation at whose nest?
If the light of my life suddenly goes out,
Can't find me anymore, I won't live with anyone better.
I may fly like a white dove,
In search of peace in the distant sky - the unknown path.
Or I will stand in the form of a white butterfly,
In the bosom of silent water, after some deep evening.
Can't find me anymore in every message line,
I can't find it in the song of a lonely night's sigh.
Who I am today, will miss me the most on that day,
I can't see it and I'll just look for it in the pages of memory.
I will merge into some white symbol of peace,
That day I will understand the lack of me - how deeply written!
