I will walk by your blue window,
when springs will be dull and colorless.
I will walk by your blue window,
when this city will become a rugged mess.

I will walk by your blue window,
when the songbirds will only sing a melancholy song.
I will walk by your blue window,
when sadness will be perpetual and nights would be long.

I will walk by your blue window,
when war planes would paint the streets red.
I will walk by your blue window,
when all the poems of prosperity will be buried dead.

I will walk by your blue window,
when everything we hold dear will be rotten.
I will walk by your blue window,
when all we learnt about love will be forgotten. 

Don’t wait for me, for I would have already passed by,
Don’t long for me, for I would have already be summoned to die.
Keep me hidden on the sparrow’s nest, where hope begins to grow.
For I shall always remain a memory, you saw from your blue window.