How could I ever forget that night?
…The sun was setting
Beyond the forest like the Firebird,
The forest was singing a gentle song,
The air was fragrant with thyme…
Light footsteps on the narrow path.
A girl there is walking
In a sparkling white headscarf,
Strewn with stars she seems.
The air is fragrant with thyme…
I wish I could step up, stand and confess.
Here is my happiness, near and clear,
Wanted to call her
But my voice would not speak.
The air is fragrant with thyme…
It is eleven years or maybe twelve
Since my heart has ached
For not having met her,
The pangs just won't leave my heart alone.
The air is fragrant with thyme…
That time has hidden
Beyond the faraway hills,
It seems at times she is standing before me…
I get outside and I begin to call.
There is nothing but the silent vast.
The air is fragrant with thyme… |
