There is nothing now what remembers us.
That house which was mine,
It is already written on it “for rent” and I
am walking to there and see that
The flower which I planted
Has blossomed together with you last year.
Many wishes to you
Who knows it because
Many wishes to you.
It is not your birthday
And I don't know where you are.
Many wishes to her
To that one who is now with you.
Many wishes to her.
And the party is over.
Many wishes.
There is now emptiness
As the word “no”.
That house which was mine,
But he doesn't know about the geranium
And it is blossoming like last year.
The heart hurts me
But nothing has changed,
I am in he garden.
Many wishes to you
Who knows it because
Many wishes to you.
It is not your birthday
And I don't know where you are.
Many wishes to her
To that one who is now with you.
Many wishes to her.
And the party is over.
Many wishes to you...