Bukovina Tekst EN

A Woman Who Walks Away

She’s standing and looking at the bed,
And she’s feeling surprisingly strange,
Has she ever lain there in her lacy vest,
Feeling the touch of his hands?

She sighs and takes the suitcase,
She’s made up her mind, she’s firm,
She opens the door, remains motionless,
As if something had just struck her.

She turns back, her eyes roam
Here and there – around the walls.
And they stop on the mirror.

And her young, proud head shakes.
She comes up to the mirror – to erase
Her reflection with her tiny fair hand.