Sarava

Sitting on a couch
my sweetheart said: Sarava;
singing this song
my passport got stamped.

God, tell me how is it possible
that you can create so many charms with wickedness.
God, tell me what is the way
to differentiate when pride is pride
or simply dignity.

Sitting on a couch
my heart melted;
my friend Sarava
squeezed it like a lemon.

God, tell me how is it possible
that you can create so many charms with wickedness.
God, tell me what is the way
to differentiate when pride is pride
or simply dignity.
Dignity and forgetting you, Sarava,
and saying without thinking
goodbye charm, goodbye Sarava.