Verse 1
If we met again,
Would you be scared or not?
What a quiet word you are
Would you tell me then?
None. And I wouldn't know.
And maybe, then I remembered
Having said: the fool dreamed.
And I would be happy, my miracle!
Verse 2
You are my destiny black-browed!
If he saw it, he would remind me
It makes you happier and younger
The former just fades away.
I would cry, cry!
And prayed that it is not true,
And the cunning dream went away,
Tears and water spilled
Former holy miracle!
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