Cuckoo,
My sweet cuckoo.
On my chest
You find some rest.
Above the peaceful forest
Stars shine at your behest.
Cuckoo when you are singing
The trees are slowly growing,
Like my dream,
Calmly, like a gentle stream.
 
Come a day of mist,
Hiding a roaring beast
That claims, at his side, your presence,
Spoiling from my life the essence.
 
Are you leaving?
Where are you going?
Don’t fly,
Or I might cry.
Look at all the leaves,
In red they shift.
Tree covered of rubies.
Forest blooming in beauty.
Dew pearling as a gift.
Trunks rise, as a cliff.
Don’t go, don’t go.
I fear  the snow…
Why turning your back
At our lovely track?
 
Please my cuckoo
One last time, sing.
Sing that you will miss
My morning kiss;
That you will miss,
Our tender bliss.
Sing and unfold your wings.
 
Winter will come,
My dream, unborn,
Will shred me like thorn.
Silence fall in dorm.
The lone hiker
No more ever
Will love someone.
You was the one.
 
Ligth is dead.
Sky full of dread.
My sweet cuckoo,
All the forest misses you.