In cemetery of love we are not alone,
There are many of us who have passed days in love,
And just like the moths, attracted to fire,
Naive, we died, scorched by desire.

It's quiet like in Eden, no nightingale is heard,
We've since been long forgotten, forgotten you and I.

You can call or not from night until dawn,
You can waken me up from night until dawn,
You can beg or not from night until dawn,
The moths were burned, the nightingales stopped!

It's quiet like in Eden, no nightingale is heard,
We've since been long forgotten, forgotten you and I.
... No sound is heard of nightingale in cemetery of love ...