Let us think each evening of the sunset.
It will be a rendezvous to keep us united.
You know, you left and—of you,
only one promise remains for me:
let us think each evening of the sunset.
I miss your voice—I miss your kisses—
I miss small and big things that tied me to you.
But it is nice to know that we
meet together in the sky each night
near the horizon, where the sun sets.
Who knows when you might return?
And, who knows, if you might find me again?
I only know that now I—I—I count the days
until
you will be here with me—oh, here with me!
Who knows, when you might return?
And, who knows, if you might find me again?
I only know that now I—I—I count the days
until
you will be here with me—oh, here with me!
Let us think each evening of the sunset.
It will be a rendezvous to keep us united...