[Music of violin can be heard at night from the graveyard of the outskirts of vallaki, from a purple gypsy with a mask sitting on a tombstone, a mournfull dirge, filled with loss and grief]
My Lost Sun
Oh how bright she was my burning Sun,
Nothing compered to her light, she was the only one,
With her, life was worth to living on,
But now, my Sun alas is gone.
She was passion, she was hope, she was love,
when I met her, my heart flew high like a dove,
Her smile was bright, like the approaching dawn
But now, my Sun alas is gone.
Her eyes were the mirrors of my soul,
With those my heart she stole,
I thought that I finished to be alone,
But now, my Sun alas is gone.
Before her time she was taken from me,
Her liveless features took all my glee,
I thought that I my life was moving on,
But now, my Sun alas is gone.
Never I wil see my bride again,
My life is now filled with anguish and pain,
Darknes to me is appraching on,
Because now, my Sun alas is gone.