From my books of dreams, yesterday and yesterday and yesterday, i translated by myself
The decorative drops of tears that outlined my smiles for myself

In the yesterday`s dream book i copied hieroglyphs,
From my universe i have unraveled you with the forefinger, sobs...
Which, from your palms, have swept away like roses.
On my smile have remained hieroglyphic words,
I wanted to tell, to say, to utter, to translate, to whisper: "I love you"
But the synonyms haven`t appeared anymore
The "i love you" remained unuttered and quiet.

I have wiped out from the hieroglyphs and i embraced new, others...
I dreamt "two" new,
I invented new words of love
From nonexistent words on Earth.
I couldn't heal the letters from the language of your words,
Your palms hadn't had the dictionary of my hieroglyphs,
Not even a book with dreams of yesterday or yesterday or yesterday...

"I`m sorry, i leave you and i go.
I`m searching for a dictionary."