Memories, violets were blooming
With our words
"We’ll never separate, never and then never”?
I would like to tell you, now, the same things,
But as a fan shortly, love
The roses will wither, so for us
A love which pulls out the hair is lost by now.
What is left now is some mild caresses
And a bit of tenderness.
And when you find in hand
These flowers withered in the sun,
The april is far away, you’ll be sorry for them,
But it will be the first one you encounter on the road, that you
Will cover with gold for the kiss never given
To a new love.
But it will be the first one you encounter on the road, that you
Will cover with gold for the kiss never given
To a new love.