My love, come back,
the hills are in bloom
and I, my love,
am dying from pain.
A year is almost already over
from when you went away,
I remember what you said
on the day you left me:
“I love you so much,
I’d like to stay, forget about going
but it’s not right, I’m a nobody,
for you I’ll become someone”.
My love, come back,
the hills are in bloom
and I, my love,
am dying from pain.
My love, come back,
I don’t care, it doesn’t matter
if you did not
become more important
because you are important to me.
A day is long
and a year is bitterly long.1
I keep thinking of what you wrote to me
and I feel so much cold in the heart.
“Everything is all right,
I always think of you and hope to come back,
any day now, luck
will have to make up its mind and arrive”.
My love, come back,
the hills are in bloom
and I, my love,
am dying from pain.
My love, come back,
it’s all right, it doesn’t matter
if you did not
become more important
because you are important to me.
My love
1. Literally, “a year is long to the point of death”