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