My heart beats again filled with hope
For the end of the summer approaches at last...
I walk out to the garden
And I'm sure I must cry
For I know you don't want to come back to me
I complain to the roses...
What a nonsense!
Roses don't speak
Roses only exhale the perfume
that they steal from you, oh!
You should come
so that you see my gloomy eyes
And then maybe you would dream my dreams
At last