I know that it is over.
I know but, please, listen to me anyway.
Listen to me because I love you.
Ever since we parted ways, I alone am surprised,
but the days are so long and empty and obsessive.
I am alone, the night arrives, and I remember.
A year of love, uncivil mornings,
rainy nights, holidays and wind,
your blond hair, sun and sand.
A year of love—it's irreparable.
A year of love—it's irreparable.
Now it is no longer me, another is with you
and you smiled at her as you smiled at me.
And that smile, you see, I hate you for that.
I hate you and I love you—in the end, it is basically the same.
I love you—do you understand? Did I really lose you?
A year of love, years of regret,
dead leaves and time spent.
Autumn brings dreams and fairy tales.
A year of love—it's irreparable.