I wasn't there, I didn't sleep;
I am the cold wind,
Skimming the snowfields of Northrend;
I am the gentle spring rain,
Wheat fields that nourish the western wilderness;
I am the quiet dawn,
Diffuse in the forest of thorn valley;
I am a vibrant drum,
Clouds flying over Nagorno Karabakh;
I am a warm star,
Decorate the night of Darasus;
I am a singing bird,
Stay in a beautiful world;
Don't cry at my tombstone,
I wasn't there. I never sleep.