Oh turtle dove; I hear your voice behind the window
Your melodies wake me up everyday
I search for you and wonder what happened to me
Whenever I hear your voice my windows open
Oh mountain breeze filled with chilliness
Look at the girl with her prisoned scent
Send at night a present to a crazed lover
Perhaps he will weave her poem to light the stars
Oh turtle dove; I hear your voice behind the window
Your melodies wake me up everyday
You are hidden between the pine and thorny cypress trees
I search for you and wonder what happened to me
Oh mountain breeze filled with chilliness
Look at the girl with her prisoned scent
Send at night a present to a crazed lover
Perhaps he will weave her poem to light the stars
And the free breeze catches her and turns her into clouds
That rains love in the darkness, colour by colour