Hour-glass / Homokóra

I'm sitting in the room sadly and lonely
and I remember of the painful past.
Outside, in the street a little light appeares
and the sand runs in the hour-glass.

I'm not sure you believe it to me
But my painful heart's forever yours
In my dreams I can see you
In my arms I embrace you
I'm not sure you believe it to me
Darling it is so unlivable
and painfull to remember to you.

I want to stop the hour glass
I want to forget all the past
The sand in the hourglass is running running
So my darling I keep suffering.

I move away, I will go away
because of my poor and painfull heart
I take away with me my memories
'cause I don't want to see the running sand
My last wish, my dear, it is:
With someone else be very happy.

I want to stop the hour glass
I want to forget all the past
The sand in the hourglass is running running
So my darling I keep suffering.