your face that's left from the past, dictating the definition of love a turkish-style sorrow, your face that's cast upon my shore serenity like in a mother's womb, voice of my childhood now exuding the time from you into me
your love that's not pampered is close to silence who knows for how many centuries you haven't hugged someone your eyelashes were misty, and your eyes were rainy you were tired, years have taken the best of you
elfida, you're my anxious solicitude elfida, don't even notice me don't leave a trace upon my shoulders, my burden already weighs nearly as much as the world elfida, you'll always be in my mind elfida, you're an old song
