Oh, I shall go, as so many have gone,
Who knows what destiny is holding for us?!
For nothing I would ask you me reproach,
Instead don't grieve for me, don't even cry.
I followed wind and rain in their wake,
Shared grief with willows as they weep,
If I have failed and couldn’t cope with gale,
If I have failed, succumbed to ill-starred reefs,
Oh then I doubt you'll await me back,
So, please, do not disturb this lonesome willow,
Don’t let your eyes fill with the tears so sad,
Don’t wonder why the rain is crying, for what reason.
Oh I shall go, as so many have gone,
Who knows what destiny is holding for us?!
For nothing I would ask you me reproach,
The rain will grieve for me instead, don't even cry…