The violets have bloomed again
but they have no color for me.
That warm tenderness that you
carried in your eyes—
no—it is no longer there.
Like the violets, you too
shall return—
with you, you will bring back
the springtime.
You had my life—
you had my life in your arms.
You have gone away, with whom?
You have gone away, I do not know—
from my dreams.
Perhaps tomorrow—who knows—you will cry—
I know—when you understand my love.
A thousand springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
A thousand springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
A thousand springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.