The violets came back down here
but they do not have any colour for me.
That warm tenderness that you
used to have in your eyes,
no, it's no longer there.
Like the violets you also
will come back,
the springtime with you,
you will bring back.
You had my life,
you had my life in your arms.
You left, I don't know,
with whom you left,
from my dreams.
Perhaps tomorrow, who knows, you will cry,
when my love, I know, you will understand.
Many spring times will bloom again,
like the violets you also
will return.
Many spring times will bloom again,
like the violets you also
will return.
Many spring times will bloom again,
like the violets you also
will return.