As a November rain being immersed in sad memories So the broken dreams fill my heart with suffering Dancing flame there is nothing more perfectly you. And similarly to naked maid your wax flows down as tear
Two candles – the crying, grace, Two candles – dies
Her magnificent image dies away among indifferent shadows The silent images of the past sign a mourning song Where gold of sad phrases to reason to a string adjoining And where the candle so modestly was horn and also modestly dies
Amber's Shine of the stiffened wax the hung strokes and flame of candles, Pearl of grief are covered cool, thawing by grey darkness, And as a November rain being immersed in sad memories So the broken dreams fill my heart with suffering