I no longer hear the happy echo of your steps on the road, no.
I no longer hear your wistful song, the song of love.
Never again will you wait for me at the gate, no.
Fate has taken that which daydreams gave to me.
The village road is silent,
Where once your laughter echoed.
The village road is silent,
Where once your laughter echoed.
That was then, but now
Your heart must have grown cold.
The village road is silent,
So silent.