Текст песни Михайло Лояніч - про це не можна говорити

The autumn day of birch trees began
He will smite his sorrow with wood
I think about you all my time
But this need not be said

You will come again. We will be at you.
How unique can be repeated?
In my eyes, my sadness overflows
But this cannot be said

Let it be as I command.
We will create our daily routine of the heart.
I love you. Oh, how I love you!
But this need not be said.