Después de la guerra [English translation]

Today that so much time has passed,

as you can see I'm here once again.

I came to find your eyes

that are only the spoils of suffering.

Do you know how hard the war was?

I saw so much evil, so much pain...

That it seems a dream to be telling you about

the wretched miseries of that horrible hell.

I have the vodka near my lips

And I will make a toast for you and for me

while the gypsies sing

that old melody

that I can hear again today:

La la la laila la la lara lal la la la ra la ra la....

But your eyes don't look at me like they used to,

because this hard life changed them.

All the sweetness that they radiated

turned to sadness and resentment.

May the gypsies keep on harmonizing,

because this song makes me forget.

While I recall, with the help of the vodka,

those tender eyes I left here when I went off (to war).

La la la laila la la lara lal la la la ra la ra la....