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....