Remember? Violets were blossoming
as we were saying
"we will never be apart",
I'd like now to tell you the same things,
but, how quickly roses
fade away, and same is for us
The love that tear you apart
is lost,
only some listless caress is left,
and some tenderness
And, when you will find in your hand
those flowers faded at the sun
of that April, far away now,
you will miss them
but, it will be the first person that you'll meet on the street
that you will cover of gold, for a kiss never given,
for a new love.
And, it will be the first person that you'll meet on the street
that you will cover of gold for a kiss, never given,
for a new love.