Your eyes, oh my love, are sad;
even so, our happiness persists.
Soon the boat will have left the dock
and, with our hearts held close, we will be separated
to tell one another goodbye while hiding our sorrow:
I fear to think of how our hands will tremble.
Your eyes, oh my love, are sad;
even so, our happiness persists.
It is in the streets where we strolled,
it is on this tree where two names are engraved,
it is far stronger than the shadow of death:
and so you must not cry.
I will return one day to find you,
I will return one day to find you ...