I once had a book
that talked about two other people
I was reminded of you
you, who doesn't care about me
 
In Imerovigli
where I once met a friend
she told me to send you
a leaf from a basil tree
 
In Imerovigli
in the dawn of April
came to my mind
my old torture
 
I'll write a letter to you
I'll look inside your heart
no matter how much time has passed
the God is time
 
When you receive it
perhaps you'll understand
perhaps you'll get inside me
and never come out again
 
In Imerovigli
where I once met a friend
she told me to send you
a leaf from a basil tree
 
In Imerovigli
in the dawn of April
came to my mind
my old torture