He went away freely, like the wind.
He didn’t look around on the street.
He didn’t care about life.

He went away freely, like the wind.
Honesty shined on his face,
that was glowing in dirty white
on the folds of the smoothed sheet.

He went away freely, like the wind.
Light of the demon cleaner night
sparkled in his eyes.
A malicious grin surprised him.

He went away freely, like the wind.
Flowers didn’t grow along his footsteps.
He didn’t leave a trace on the grass,
Still I say:
He went away freely, like the wind.