It is so sad my dear comrades that
The darkness of human deceit
Has damaged the beauty of trust
It has been long since
The schismatical threads we created
Tied our hands
And deceitful human acts
Shattered the glass of eternal wine
Apart from problems, wars and savagery
Caused by human beings
My new little dog, MR.Vici
Has occupied my heart
And left no room for remorse, for anyone
Mr. Vici kisses me
He puts his head on my arms, lovingly
Mr.Vici barks heroically
If he hears a stranger breathing behind my door
Even with his innocent eyes telling me
“I love you”
It is strange that I believe Mr. Vici
More than I believed my lovers!!
And restlessly I am in need of this love
The little dog that understands the language of love
It is so sad my dear comrades that
The darkness of human deceit
Has damaged the beauty of trust