Vitas - Someone's Melancholy Is Crying

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A foreign handkerchief weeps in the evening wind...
I just don't know entirely how destiny is asking of us
Happiness in fragments, not in separation,
The night doesn't scold us for it

The night melts you down like a hop...
As if something is missing for us.
The sun sets, and over the steel
Hands and doves draw close...

It often happens so, words catch the heart...
Someone else's joy fills me with envy.
Everything gathers, I know, behind me again,
Like butterflies on a forest fire...

A foreign handkerchief weeps in the evening wind...