On this dark night I walk alone, A guitar in my hand, and my heart is heavy. A cold spirit whispers a name that no longer exists, And I sing in silence, a pain that is immeasurable. The light in the bar is dim, smoke rises to the ceiling, Blues notes touch a broken soul. All of you tell a story about a long journey, of a love that was broken and never returned. This is my blues, screaming from within, Running through the blood like fire in the veins. If you hear me among all the sounds, Know that I am still there—among the fragments. The paths are empty, and time seems to have stopped, Old shadows haunt every corner and passage. I play hard to forget tomorrow, But the blues return — like a wave that breaks. If another day comes and the heart opens, Or this song will become a joyful sound. But until then, me and the night together, We play the blues — until the fear subsides.
