Ez zaitez joan oraindik

Don't, don't,
don't go yet.
Don't, don't
far from me.

I have saved for you
in the corner of the broken heart
the tears of laughter,
there's a thousand playing there.

I have here for you
the December rain showers,
the wind from the south
to dry them.

Don't, don't,
don't go yet.
Don't, don't,
far from me.

I have on the ground for you
the footprints of bears,
and in the fear of night
the stars that are twinkling.

I have given you
steps in honest soil,
drinks in clear rivers
love leaving watermarks.

Don't, don't,
don't go yet.
Don't, don't,
far from me.

Don't, don't,
don't go yet.
Don't, don't,
far from me.

I have gathered for you
the bones of bears in the mountains,
the lies of the village
that has silenced the truths it has.

You don't want to suffer that
July speaks in falsehood:
you are so high in pride
in the sorrow of my two tears.

And I don't know how
I have to go with you;
without doubt like that
that empty hole forever in my heart.

Don't, don't,
don't go yet.
Don't, don't,
far from me.