Oh, my dear I didn’t touch you Burning nights under the moon, Being kind, I didn’t catch you Hoping I will see you soon. I was shy too shy too timid For your penetrating sight And I wasn’t cruel I didn’t, Yes, I didn’t read your mind. I had no my tears forgiving There was no my fear, but I was so sad when you were leaving Never saying me good-bye. Maybe I was wrong. I didn’t Burn these nights under the moon You are not mine and so be it I don’t hope to see you soon.