You write to me that you're sorry, that it's not good for you with me
And that I should forget everything, that it's not like it was before
That the rain has rinsed out and that nothing is left
It's the end, when the words, cold Slavionian winters
Like cold winds that extinguish gypsie fires
Like tired passengers when the trains break
Ref. 2x
For 1100 years
When you are no more, and I'm no more
The north wind will still play
The last waltz on the Danube also
Everything is a bit sad and that sometimes happens
I'm totally confident, everything comes and goes
And what is the most dear today, is and passes tomorrow
Ref. 4x