01x27 - Episode 27

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Written by: Naghmeh Samini, Hassan Fathi

Ali Nasirian

Taraneh Alidousti

Shahab Hosseini

Mostafa Zamani

Parinaz Izadyar
Mehdi Soltani-Sarvestani

Mahmoud Pakniat
Houman Barghnavard

Gelareh Abbasi
Ghazal Shakeri

Soheila Razavi, Fariba Motekhases
Pantea Panahiha

Ramin Nasernasir, Nasim Adabi, Hadi Ghomeishi

Mehran Nael, Amirhossein Fathi, Mina Vahid

Farshid Samadipour, Parviz Bozorgi
Mohammad Yeganeh

Nahid Moslemi, Mona Ahmadi, Nahal Dashti

Bani Palshomun, Reza Najafi, Mehdi Alipour, Pasha Jamali

Mahsa Nasiri, Saghi Zinati
Manouchehr Zendedel, Parisa Sabourinejad

With
Parviz Falahipour, Amirhossein Rostami, Jamshid Gorgin

Starring
Jamshid Hashempour

And
Abolfazl Pourarab

Camera operator: Mohammad Namdari
First assistant camera: Abolfazl Nabati

Programmers: Alireza Nesai, Hamed Tasdigh-Moghaddam

First assistant director: Arash Sajjadi-Hosseini
Unit production manager: Atoosa Shahsiah

Supervising director: Seyed Mohsen Yousefi
Photographer: Amirhossein Shojaee

Visual effects: Behnam Khaksar
Title sequence: Majid Yousefzadeh

Sound engineer: Khosro Keyvanmehr
Production manager: Taher Amani

Set designer: Hassan Ruhparvari
Costume designer: Jaleh Zakizadeh

Singer: Mohsen Chavoshi

Sound and mix: Seyed Alireza Alavian

Make-up designer: Saeed Malekan

Music by: Amir Tavasoli

Edited by: Mehdi Hosseinivand

Director of photography: Afshin Ahmadi

Project manager: Hassan Najjarian-Daryani

Executive manager: Saeed Malekan

Investors:
Seyed Mohammad Hadi Razavi, Seyed Mohammad Emami

Produced by: Seyed Mohammad Emami

Directed by: Hassan Fathi

Treata is the name of an ancient Iranian physician.

Treatment means medical care.

And itís rooted in the word Treata.

Or the word mitral, the bicuspid valve of the heart,

which has been rooted in the name Mitra.

The famous ancient Iranian divinity.

Ms. Saíadat?

Ms. Saíadat?

- You seem to be distracted.
- Thatís right. Iím sorry.

Iím not feeling so good. Can I go out?

Go ahead.

Excuse me.

Things that you say mother!

Youíre his grandmother and Iím his aunt.

I miss the kid!

What about your own child then?
Sheís left the kid with that crazy Simin.

Iím afraid he sprains his ankle while climbing the stairs

and breaks his head.

- What will you tell your husband then?
- Mother!

You always make us worried.

Why do you keep arguing?

All right, donít frown.
Youíre going to see your child.

Sorry Iíve been so anxious these
days when I come to see Omid.

- Being a mother is so hard.
- Yes.

Please donít tell Mr. Bozorg anything
about what Ghobad did the other night.

But somebody must stop him!

Hello and welcome.
Anything I can do for you?

- Iím supposed to see Omid today.
- Today?

- Something wrong?
- Not really.

- Omid is ill?
- No, donít worry.

I just wonder they forgot.
Mr. Ghobad and Ms. Shirin have gone to Lalezar with the kid.

- Oh!
- But todayÖ

Today is the day I see my child.

They didnít tell me anything.

Well, this is like kidnapping.

- Whatís the kidís fault?
- This is not my fault Ms. Shahrzad.

- Letís go mother.
- Go where? Weíll wait for them.

- Letís go Homeyra.
- Iíd like to see Mr. Bozorg.

- Donít downgrade yourself.
- You keep quiet.

- Mother knows what sheís doing.
- I donít think Mr. Bozorg has the timeÖ

Listen! Iím not leaving this
place unless I see Mr. Bozorg.

My family didnít deserve all these miseries.

Until when should my daughter suffer like this?

Can you hear me Mr. Divansalar?

Oh God!

My daughter is so innocent.

Calm down Ms. Parvin. Sit down.

- Whatís going on here?
- Hello sir.

Hello.

Is that you Parvin?

Please come in. Akram?

Show her the way.

Shahrzad, Homeyra, please come in.

Please.

Shahrzad, why arenít you coming?

Come on. What are you staring at?

You go ahead. Iím not coming.

Shahrzad, this is the best time
for you to have your say.

- Letís go.
- No. Iím not feeling so good.

- Shahrzad!
- Go. I donít want mother to be alone.

Whatís wrong Parvin?

I had never seen you this distressed before.

I have complaints Mr. Bozorg.

All my problems on one hand.
Shahrzad on the other hand.

My child is melting in front of my eyes.

First it was the forced divorce we kept quiet about.

Then her child was taken away from her.

And now that sheís here to see her child, Omid,

Kabir, her son,

they say Ghobad has taken him to Lalezar.

What does Ghobad want from us?

Last night, he came to our place

and started shouting while he was drunk.

It wasnít his first time.
Iíd seen him around before.

But last night, he did his best.

Iíll teach him a lesson.

Akram.

- Yes?
- Didnít I tell you to guide Shahrzad in?

- Ms. Shahrzad!
- Mr. Bozorg.

Shahrzad was so angry for not seeing her child that she left.

Parvin.

Yes sir?

- Iíll solve this problem.
- Thank you sir.

- Goodbye sir.
- Excuse us.

- Can I get you anything sir?
- No. Get out.

Yes.

Goodbye major.

I will never forget you.

- Hello monsieur.
- Hello and welcome.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Sorry. Youíve been waiting for long?

No. You came on time.

I arrived early.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- What would you like to have?
- As usual.

- What about you?
- This is enough.

Thank you.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Iím fine.

Thanks for coming anyway.

I came to give my condolences for Major Fooladshekanís passing.

I know itís hard to lose a close friend.

The poor thing had nobody in this world.

No wife, no children, no family.

So I had him buried and held his funeral.

What about his colleagues in
the police headquarters?

I informed them.
But I donít know why they didnít come.

Perhaps theyíve found out heíd been in touch
with a journalist on Mosaddeghís side.

Good old days.
It was in this cafÈ.

When Dr. Mosaddegh was in power.

We had so many hopes and dreams.

But now nothing has been left from those days.

Iíve heard theyíre sending the old man
into exile after two years of imprisonment.

Yes.

- Black coffee.
- Thank you.

- Anything else?
- No thanks.

Iím sorry anyway.

I didnít know much about your
friendship with this major though.

Because he belongs to a point
in time that started after you.

In other words,

a time that never started.

Itís always been the same during this time.

Losing, loneliness, incomplete stories of people.

First it was Babak and Maryam.

And now itís Major Fooladshekan.

Donít you think you missed a name in between?

Azar.

A useless struggle for forgetting you.

It finished before it started.

Didnít work.

It seems that for students of Persian literature,

peopleís dead past is more important
than their lives at present time.

Thatís quite far from what I meant.

Iím sorry.

Bitterness is todayís epidemic disease.

Maybe I should go.

I canít believe youíre here only
to give me your condolences.

Whatís so strange about it?

You could do that on the phone.

I thought this would be politer.

Or maybe better.

- I didnít think at all. I just came.
- Just give me an honest answer.

This is not right.

I wish this is our last meeting.
It actually is our last meeting.

I wish thereís no more excuses for meeting up again.

Why shouldnít we meet?

- I need to know the answer.
- Itís obvious.

This life has taught me that people
have to deal with their loneliness.

These words could have a meaning anywhere but here.

At this moment, between us.

You know I wonít give up unless
I hear a good enough reason.

I am the good enough reason.

- What do you mean?
- I mean something has happened here.

And I canít forget it easily.

Do youÖ

Do you still love him?

Donít look at me like that.

Iím being clear, so give me a clear answer.

Only one reason can convince me that Iím mistaken.

That time has k*lled something in you.
Something that connected us together since we were kids.

- Suppose itís that.
- No.

Youíre not a good liar.

The look in your eyes reveals everything.

Iím afraid itís because what people say
about second marriage and stuff.

Or maybe itís because of your
forced marriage with Ghobad.

By the way, how could you agree to
that marriage in those days?

You could wait until the dust settled.

You could wait.
You could do a lot of things.

- Or maybe thereís something I donít know.
- Yes, there is.

What is it?

I said, what is it?

Good night.

Farhad?

- Hello dad.
- Hello.

- Where have you been? I was worried.
- You didnít need to worry about where I was.

- A bad thing never dies, dad.
- Itís a plague!

Havenít you seen all those deaths lately?

It hasnít been long since Jamshid died.

Babak, his fiancÈ and Major Fooladshekan.

God knows whoís next.

How come in this hectic situation,

you donít mention the others?

Soheili, Behboudi, Shirvani.

I read about it in papers.

They havenít been hit by plague, theyíve been m*rder*d.

- Change your clothes and come for dinner.
- Itís strange.

When disaster hits your own family,

itís plague!

And when it hits others, itís not.

Iím sure Mr. Bozorg hasnít been
involved in all those murders.

Including Major Fooladshekanís m*rder.

Look boy.

Mr. Bozorg had nothing to do with
Fooladshekanís assassination.

Your fatherís telling you this.

Instead of poking your nose in these things,

youíd better stick to your studies.

You know what dad?

I feel that weíre getting far from each other day by day.

Neither of us know what the other oneís been doing.

Weíve been in our own shells.

Iím afraid you think I may inform
others what Mr. Bozorg has done.

You know what boy?

Thereís something in your heart youíre not saying.

Somethingís eating you.

Doesnít matter dad.

Good night.

Hold on.

You canít say whatever you want and then leave.

- Iím sorry dad.
- Look.

I can tell youíre devastated only by looking at you.

And itís not only because of Fooladshekan.

Why are you so mad at Mr. Bozorg again?

Itís not about Jamshidís daughter, is it?

- What if it is?
- Well, it shouldnít be.

- Why not?
- Hello brother.

- Hello.
- Mom says, why arenít you coming in?

Dinnerís getting cold.

- You get busy, weíll be right in.
- Okay.

It shouldnít be, because sheís
Divansalarís daughter-in-law.

- Even after a divorce with Ghobad?
- When you become a Divansalar,

you will always be one even after divorce.

You know what dad?

Itís an unreasonable remark that canít
be answered, not a reasonable one.

- And itís something you know.
- What is it I know?

Thereís a secret thatís been keeping
Shahrzad and I away from each other.

A secret you probably know.

I too have the right to know dad.

And I swear I wonít give up unless I find out.

I need to know why Jamshidís daughter
agreed to marry Ghobad Divansalar.

Iím sure whatever the reason was,
it wasnít because she didnít love me.

Have you talked to Jamshidís daughter?

- Suppose I proposed to her.
- Proposed to her?

Youíve proposed to a divorced girl in mourning?

- Without our permission?
- If the answer was yes, Iíd ask for your permission.

Thank God she was wise enough to say no.

- Thatís it! I need to know why she said no.
- God!

Itís a disgrace for you?

Sorry dad, but this wonít end unless you tell me.

Tell me and just get it over with.

- Youíve become so hard-mouthed, Farhad.
- Like father, like son.

I wonít give up unless I know whatís behind all this.

- Hello mother.
- Hello.

- The foodís getting cold.
- Bring our dinner down here.

- All right, we all will eat together.
- No! Only me and Farhad.

- We need to talk.
- Canít we join you?

All right.

Sit on the bed till I tell you.

Ghobad.

Hello uncle.

Where have you been?

Anything you wanted to say?

Wasnít Jamshidís daughter supposed
to come and see her child today?

- If she was a mother, sheÖ
- Cut it out.

Answer my question.

- Yes she was.
- Then you shouldnít have taken the kid out

without my permission.
- Why are you saying that to me, uncle?

Say that to Shirin. She was the one who
made us go out for ice-cream all of a sudden.

Youíre taking the child and his
nurse to Jamshidís right now.

Heíll stay there until tomorrow night.

- At this hour?
- You heard me.

Youíll go there and apologize to them.

- Leave it for tomorrow.
- I promised Parvin.

Do it right now.

If you let Shirin know I asked you this,

youíll be in a big trouble.

Batoul?

- Youíre doing the right thing sir.
- What thing?

That youíre taking the kid to his mother.

Aha!

He looks just like your late mother.

- Did you know my mother?
- Yes sir.

We were so close.

We used to share our feelings with each other.

She liked me so much.

Back then I was much younger.

And I had many suitors.

But did I get?

An irresponsible man.

I got married so I could be happier not more miserable.

But what happened?

High costs, rents, and three unmarried daughters.

We have nothing to eat.

You keep an eye on this kid when Iím not around.
Iíll take care of your life.

Yes sir.

God bless you.

God bless you sir.

Daddyís prince!

- Donít get off till I tell you.
- Yes sir.

Hey wait.

Whatís going on here at this hour?

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Itís none of your business.

This is my territory.

Understood?

Strangers are not allowed to
come here or Iíll break their legs.

Watch your mouth.

Look cutie pie!

Youíre leaving this place right now,

or Iíll teach you a lesson.

You know what problem with you is?

- I donít understand your language.
- Because youíre an idiot.

What the hell are you doing at
my wifeís door this late at night?

Thatís not your concern.

- Not my concern?
- Yeah.

- How are you related to her?
- Iím her husband.

Youíre already those papers.

Thatís why Iím telling you Iím her husband.

The divorce papers I mean.

You canít go back on the deal.

Mister!

Now I have to listen to a servantís son

telling me what to do.

Thatís just a divorce of convenience.

And youíre nothing in between.

Get out of here.

Iíve been waiting for this moment for long.

- Donít get my back up.
- And if I do?

Go away.

Out of my way.

You donít seem to understand.

Go away!

- God help us.
- Youíre not sober.

You canít even stand on your feet.

Good!

Finally Iím dealing with a man!

Whatís that noise?

- Isnít that Ghobadís voice?
- What?

Farhad!

Oh God!

Let me see.

Ghobad!

Ghobad! Farhad!

Oh my God!

- Where are you going Shahrzad?
- Wait Shahrzad.

Mother! Nobody has the right
to step out of this door.

I wish I die and get rid of all this.

You dug your own grave by lifting a hand against me.

- Let go!
- Whatís wrong with you?

You tell me whatís going on here.

What is this man doing at your door?

Lower your voice.

Stop making scene.
Go in. Let me see what you want.

Get out of here.

What do you want?

What I want? Itís obvious.

Youíre still the mother of my child.

So youíre still my wife.

What are you thinking?

- You have no right to say no to me.
- I do and Iím saying it!

So you know nothing about being a mother.

Youíre not a mother at all.

Youíre not in a position to tell me that.

Nobody can tell me Iím not a mother.

Ghobad! Farhad!

- What is this scene youíve made?
- I didnít mean to do that.

- You keep quiet Farhad.
- Farhad?

- Now youíre calling him, Farhad?
- Yes, Iím calling him Farhad.

- Youíre a married woman. Be careful!
- Yes Iím a married woman.

Then what is he doing here?

- Iím a married woman. But Iím not married to you.
- What are you saying?

Cut it out Shahrzad.

Mother, I told you not to get out.
But now that youíre out here, listen.

I want to get remarried.

I want to marry the one Iíve always loved.

The one you and Mr. Bozorg took from me.

And now nobody can stop me from doing it.

You mean you still love him?

You thought about him all the time you lived with me?

- You had promised me Shahrzad.
- Donít forget.

You were the one who didnít keep his promise, Ghobad.

I didnít leave your home at will.

Now this is my home.
And I donít want you to come here again.

Donít do this to me Shahrzad.

Donít ruin me like this.

I still love you.

More than before.

Donít ruin everything.

Go Ghobad.

And donít look over your shoulder.

- Is that your last word.
- My first and last word.

I hadnít come to see you this time.

Iíd brought your kid.

The one youíve closed your eyes on, because of him!

So you donít deserve to be a mother.

You donít deserve to have Omid.

Youíre bleeding at the nose sir.

You donít want the kid to see his mother?

Bring the child in the car.

- You donít want the kid to see his mother?
- I said bring him in.

Yes sir.

Thank you.

I think I should go now.

You just came to raise a hell?

Iím sorry if I let that happen.

When things donít go on well,

when things are so messed up,

nothing can make me wonder anymore.

Not even what happened tonight.

Itís a strange night, tonight.

Full of delusions

and fallacies.

Sometimes I think weíre being written by someone.

With all the details.

As if itís him who decides that

I should hear from my dad the answer
to the question Iíve had all these years.

Now I know.

It was because of saving my life

that you agreed to marry Ghobad.

- I donít need toÖ
- Hold on.

Let me finish.

Undoubtedly, someoneís writing us down.

Thatís why weíre sitting by a pool
we spent all our childhood around.

I donít know.

But I hope the one whoís holding the pen of destiny

knows why Iím here tonight.

Am I here to thank you for your sacrifice,

or complain for not letting me live all these years?

I breathed, I was alive.

But I didnít live Shahrzad.

Donít complain.

Whatever I did,

it belonged to the time of our misery.

You understand?

Iíll try.

Understanding it wonít take us back to the past though.

I hadnít come to insist.

I might even change my mind and go back
if I didnít see Ghobad at the door.

Iím sorry if you had to say things
you didnít want to say.

I know it was all for ending that fight.

And I know itís hard to tell him it wasnít true later.

I think itís enough for tonight.

My presence is hurting you.

Wait.

Youíre right.

Itís a strange night, tonight.

And human being is a strange creature.

Sometimes,

you have to get destroyed yourself in a fight with yourself.

Then from that destroyed heart,

some courage and hope will sparkle!

This evening, when I told you my answer is no,

I fully destroyed myself.

Then,

I remembered what you told me the other night.

In front of Naderi CafÈ.

Shahrzad.

Isnít all this misery enough?

All this melancholy.

In such a short life!

What is it weíre waiting for? What miracle?

What fake happiness?

Here.

Give this to me again.

Letís connect this moment to the one in the past.

As if thereís been no nightmare in between.

Letís get back to the starting point.

As if weíre back to those days again.

Weíre neither tired nor old nor hurt.

Weíre neither tired nor old,

nor hurt.

Close your eyes.

Completely.

- Donít look.
- Theyíre closed.

Donít cheat.

No.

Now open your eyes.

Itís beautiful Farhad.

The Amen Bird.

The Amen Bird, in pain, down and out,

Landed in this house of injustice,

Afflicted, suffered and jaded,

Waiting for salvation,

Waiting for deliverance,

Hearing our ailing world, this clairvoyant,

Watching the oppressed, the broken,

Singing its Amen songs,

Bringing this nation together,

Enlivening them,

Making their dreams come true,

- Hello.
- Hello.

What is it?

What is this appearance?

As you said,

I went to carry out your order.

But as the childís mother was crueler than I thought,

she chose her new husband over her baby.

So the three of us had to come back.

Poor child!

Excuse me.

What is that nonsense youíre talking?

Itís not nonsense, uncle.

Thatís what your daughter-in-law said.

She looked me in the eye and said
she wanted to marry that cheeky boy.

If you didnít give him scope,
he wouldnít dare show up.

She can marry anyone she wants.

Sheís a divorced woman now.

She doesnít even have a father.

What does it have to do with you?

Youíve come to me like this at midnight?

Well-done uncle.

I thought youíd raise a hell if I told you.

I thought youíd burn her house down.

Youíre wrong.

You donít even have the right to think!

If you have what it takes,
take care of Shirin and your child.

Sheís your daughter-in-law, uncle.

Sheís belong to the Divansalar family.

Sheís marrying someone else,

and youíre sitting here doing nothing?

Arenít you going to stop them?

If she wants to settle down, Iíll even support her.

Sheíd already settled down, uncle.

She had!

She had settled down with me.

But you ruined her life. You made her an orphan.

Youíd do anything for your daughter, uncle.

You ruined my life too.

I was just living my life.

I was dealing with my own problems.

I had no idea such a girl was living in this world.
Who showed her to me?

You.

Then you sent me to heaven and
I started realizing what life was.

And right when I was feeling the taste,
you grabbed me by the collar,

and threw me in the middle of hell.

You deserved none of the things I did for you.

If you did, you wouldnít let Shirin,

suffer like that.

You wouldnít let her take cyanide.

Serves you right!

Now get the hell out of this room.

Out of my sight.

Yes uncle!

Itís sad but true.

And hearing it hurts.

Get lost.

- Tell me about these ones.
- Excellent carpets.

My boss has a few of these in his dining room.

This one is silk.

Made in Tabriz.

Nice patterns as you can see.

- But theyíre in pairs.
- We need a single carpet.

So let me show you these ones.

This is Shekargah.

You see?

- What about other patterns?
- This is Mehrabi.

Turquoise one.

Donít worry about the price.

My boss will come to terms with you.

What about the other ones too?

If you want.

This one.

Red ones.

Hello dad.

Hello Farhad.

- Hello Asghari.
- How are you?

The second one has a pair.

- But itís more beautiful than the other ones.
- Yes itís beautiful.

I need to talk to you dad.

Donít you have a class on Wednesdays?

What are you doing here?

It was important.

I needed to talk to you.

Iím listening.

Well, youíre frowning so badly.

How can I talk to you?

What do you expect?

You expect me to dance for you

after what you did last night?

Where did you go? Why were you so late?

Donít think I didnít understand.
I just ignored it.

I didnít want your mother and sister to know.

- Iím here to explain, dad.
- Iím listening.

WellÖ

I need your understanding and patience for this.

Say nothing Farhad.

If you canít say something, then itís a secret.

And you donít have to reveal secrets.

So bury it right here.

In that case, German chancellor Bismarck,

would give up after his first failure.

Bismarck!

Are you a chancellor?

Are we in Germany?

Are you showing off with your knowledge?

- You mention foreign names to shut my mouth?
- Thatís not what I meant dad.

- Iíve come to hear your words.
- You wanna hear them?

Iím totally against it. Did you hear that?

Now go take care of your studies.

And stop talking nonsense. Go.

Why dad?

- Itís obvious.
- Not to me.

Donít play ignorant.

Dad, I really donít know why youíre against it.

That woman has been married once.
She has a child.

Weíre not dealing carpets here dad.

Weíre not talking about old carpets.

- God!
- Weíre talking about a human being.

Sheís your best friendís daughter.

Excuse me sir.

The customers want the silk pairs made in Tabriz.

- But they want a single one.
- They canít take a single pair.

- Itís only both of them or nothing.
- Not possible.

- Excuse me maíam.
- I heard him! How bad-tempered.

- Itís not like that.
- There are so many other carpet shops here.

Thanks for coming.
Come here again.

Goodbye.

- What are you waiting for?
- Me?

- What should I do sir?
- Nothing!

- Go bring two cups of tea.
- Yes sir.

Excuse me dad.

What you think as problems are all good things to me.

Didnít you say she was forced
to get married because of me?

Now sheís free.

Itís not fair I donít propose to her.

Itís not because of that that youíre
managing everything on your own.

Of course not.

You know well that all these yearsÖ

What can I say? You know everything.

Yes. The problem is that I know better than you.

Dad, give me one good reason.

Then I wonít oppose you.

How do you know the girl would agree?

- What if sheís agreed?
- Thatís it!

Sheís someone just like you.

- Does she know she has a child?
- She does! Should she get buried alive?

- She used to be Mr. Bozorgís daughter-in-law.
- Youíre saying ìshe used to beî.

Do you even know with whom youíre locking horns?

You think Ghobad will ever let you do that?

You think heíll celebrate with you?

Mr. Bozorg wonít agree to that.

A hell will be raised!

Youíre making yourself bitter enemies.

Youíre twisting the lionís tail!

Youíre miles away Farhad.

Iím not.

Iím wide awake.

You taught me that when Iím in the right,

I can take any risk.

Iíve been through this once before.

This time I wonít give up,

even at my lifeís cost.

Dad!

Iím not that wall anyone can

throw stones at.

Youíre not even listening to me.

I donít care at all!

Go talk to your mother.

Itís her you should deal with.

Come home tonight.

Talk to her and see what a hell she will raise.

Asghari?

Yes sir?

Go and see if you can find those customers.

Tell them they can take a single one too.

Okay.

Apologize to them for me.

Okay sir.

Iíll be back in half an hour.

I donít want to be here.

Farhad.

Iíll go and see if I can take the customers back.

- Maybe we can sell a carpet to them.
- Go.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

The sky is cloudy.

I said Iíd die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said ìI love youî,

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once Iím devoted to you,

Your companion is all I wish to be,

Leaving you are, and I beg you to stay,

Another time I beg but insist I shall not,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

How can I be pleased in my own grave?

Departing you are, but my darling,

Forget me you may, but not deny,

You are cruel to me, however,

I may resent but never detest you,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Oí Iím all alone again.

Iím all on my own.

In the Day of Judgment we shall meet again.