We are too late my dear
This is not the time
Like old radio players
Love is kept hidden in the attic
We believed that it was that way
It is no more immortal
Like Leyla and Mecnun
Love has become a fairy tale long ago
We are kids of the tulip era
It seems our time is over
Who knows who was the last lucky one
to drink from the wine of love
I´m saying don´t be ashamed, be proud of it
Those who don´t love should be ashamed
If this world is condemned to the absence of love
Let this world burn