nte devil i'm not lucky in death, i'm lucky in love. unlucky me in death lucky.s of separation, alas, are destined. quietly sad is the stream near the amber pine. the coals were not daring ashes campfire. so i'm over, it's time to part, my dear, forest sun, where in what regions will you meet me, my dear, where in what regions will you meet me? wings folded their tents their flight is over. the wings of the seekers of separations straightened out the plane and slowly backed away the grasses opened. indeed, the abyss between us has laid down, my sleepy sweetheart is only a wheeled well done what regions you will meet with me, my sleepy dear in a wheeled one, where in what regions will we meet with me, do not comfort me, i do not need words. i should find that stream by amber pine. suddenly, through the fog, a piece of fire turns red there. suddenly waiting by the fire. imagine me honey. the sun, in the spring where what will you meet with me, well done. the heart is not worth the song that they came up with to the end by plane, you can fly from and fly away, it is