I don't want your love.
Neither to listen to your voice, nor to live for you.

I don't want your love.
Because when you move away more, freer I feel.
No longer I hope something from you
that the way finishes here.

No longer I am
neither song nor dream.
No longer you are.
No longer I feel clawing of your silence.
Today it is as if everything had happened a long time ago.
You wear the bolero cape of my passions.
Neither it interests me, nor it moan.

Today I want your love.
And to listen to your voice and to live for you.
Today I want your love
because when you move away more sadder I feel.
No longer I hope something from you
that the way finishes here.

No longer I am neither aim nor destiny.
Now I know that it finished what we shared.

I already forgot your voice, your skin,
although I cry sometimes by you.
My heart is free but it feels the pain.