When two fall in love with their hearts,
sadness is following their traces.
When you're hoping for each other,
burning and dying in this way,
like stars that fall.
It's not love, when afterwards the pain
lasts too long.
It's love only then, when you miss it
forever,
when you grow old, you forget everything,
but it [love] remains.
When the sun separates from the sky,
raise your head, carry on;
let the tears flow,
let everything that they're hiding pour out,
sad people have a right on that.
It's not love, when afterwards the pain
lasts too long.
It's love only then, when you miss it
forever,
when you grow old, you forget everything,
but it remains.