A nightingale sang for us then for that whole night
Our town was hushed, silent buildings stood tall
And the acacia tree with its blooms so white
And sweetly fragrant made us lose control.
Gardens washed up in the spring rainy periods,
Every ravine’s underwater again
Then we were so, oh God, inexperienced,
We were so young and we were pure back then.
So years flew by and made our hair so white, oh well,
Tore all the leaves off the trees in fall gloom
Only in winter and during a snowy spell
We are reminded of acacia blooms
When the wind’s crazy and gusty and blows all night
And through the windows, you can’t see at all
Bring back acacia tree with its blooms so white
And sweetly fragrant… please, help me recall...