Lovely Maiden

If you were a lovely maiden,
My eyes wouldn't speak,
My words wouldn't scream,
Maybe they would,
I don't know.
Maybe they would scream
into hell.


I'm deeply sorry, lovely maiden,
Clouds have taken away the sky from my hands.
The door is creaking as I shout at it.
I've created chaos, gathering anew in the room!
Lovely maiden, on the shelf of books,
I'm gathering the letters of the names,
reading your name.

I'm reading your name, uttering it with a loud voice,
your hand touches mine.
The broken strings of my guitar also scream:
"If you were here, Lovely Maiden, with your lovely voice,
my voice would blend with yours."
There's a tree in the city, it's a plane tree.
I've shown it to you too.

Now it's autumn, they say the leaves of plane trees turn yellow.
They turn yellow, Lovely Maiden, this love's color is: "Orange!"
Don't say love could be like this,
a bit lovely, and then you,
there's no ending.
With the eyes of the stars, I saw you at midnight,
You exist, Lovely Maiden.