Don't say that you won't throw me,
I have forgot to trust promises.
I will answer you if suddenly you ask,
As much I have transferred sufferings.

When swear to you that won't throw,
Won't betray … and won't even deceive,
And, imperceptibly, a knife in a back
And finally, salt a handful on a wound.

And you are silent as poison, fighting back tears,
Also you hear an echo from love of recognition,
From heart you drag slowly splinters …
You pledge not to trust promises.

I have learned to be given to feelings
And to listen to what heart will prompt to me.
And a fidelity oath — the words of madness,
Their reliability let will show time.