She loved me so much,
I still love her.
Together, we went through
a closed door.
She, how can I say it,
was my whole world
when in the fireplace we only burnt
words of love.
Words of love, simple and sweet,
we didn't know any better, we were fifteen years old,
we hadn't had enough time to learn them,
we'd just woken up from a childish dream.
We had enough with three set phrases
we'd heard from old comedians
from love stories, poet's dreams,
we didn't know any better, we were fifteen years old.
Her, where may she be,
her, what may she be doing,
I lost her and I will never
find her again.
But when the night falls
I hear a distant song
old notes, old chords,
old words of love.
Words of love, simple and sweet,
we didn't know any better, we were fifteen years old,
we hadn't had enough time to learn them,
we'd just woken up from a childish dream.
We had enough with three set phrases
we'd heard from old comedians
from love stories, poet's dreams,
we didn't know any better, we were fifteen years old.