du karcum es ayd andzrevn e artasvum patuhanid 
ayd apsosanqi xosqern en glorvum katil-katil 
glorvum en u hosum en, apakuc tapvum en cac 
ays xosqer@ vor lsvum en im yergi mej ushacac 

um e petq xostovananq@, apsosanq@ ushacac 
ser@ qo mi haneluk er u gaxtniq er chbacvac 
da guce ashnan katakn er - terevnern ein dexnac 
 [bad word] lur artasvum er mi axchik menak kangnac 

 [bad word]  
mer siro ashun@ el yerbeq chi krknvi 
ev ancyaln amen angam ashnan het kayceli 
u patuhanid lur kartasvi 
u patuhanid lur kartasvi 

yes hima nor haskanum em - ancjal@ het ches beri 
ays amen@ hatucumn e im gorcac hin mexqeri 
ayn axjik@ ev ashun@ baxtnerin vor korcrin 
da jahel im xentutyunn er vor yerbeq indz chen neri 

yes gitem yerjankutyun@ mi angam e aycelum 
isk heto yerb heranum e aycetomsn e ir toxnum 
u heto amboxj kjanqum mer menq nran enq voronum 
ayn hascen vor na toxnum e yerbeq voch voq chi gtnum 

 [bad word]  

*** 
THE AUTUMN OF OUR LOVE 

Do you think the rain's been [bad word] on your window all day long? 
It's the words of my repentance, falling down drop by drop. 
See them, rolling down the glass and down into the endless brine; 
Words that only you can hear in this belated song of mine. 

What is this confession now, overdue regret, - for what? 
Love has always been a riddle that I never can decode. 
It was autumn that was mocking, slapping me with faded leaves, 
And the girl that kept on weeping silently among the trees. 

Only now I understand: the past shall not be back again. 
It's for sins that [bad word] that I'm being made to pay. 
For that weeping girl, that autumn are the fortune that I've lost. 
Heedless deeds of wild youth is what I now regret the most. 

We all know that happiness can [bad word] a single time. 
It then promptly disappears, leaves its business card behind. 
We then seek it everywhere, we go on looking all our lives, 
But the address on the card is one that no man ever finds.