Purple Efäleañ dress,
made for a wedding,
still laying,
on a bench.

Silver Efäleañ tears,
fall from his cheeks,
he is weak,
without her.

And he cried:

"Without her, I am nothing.
Without her, I am nothing!
So permit me
to exist,
like nothing."

Green Efäleañ eyes,
The beauty of them,
enchanted him,
days ago.

Red Efäleañ blood,
had drained her,
killed her,
exiting life.

And he cried:

"Without her, I am nothing.
Without her, I am nothing!
So permit me
to exist,l
ike nothing."

Blue Efäleañ heavens,
the wind blew,
grieving grew,
at the burial.

And he cried:

"Without her, I am nothing.
Without her, I am nothing!
So permit me
to exist,
like nothing."

White Efäleañ cloud,
as he desired
he retired,
as nothing.