No one will bring back these years
No one will bring back these years
When I used to walk my own path
And you your own
When the grief suppressed [our] words
When the anger dimmed [our] eyes
When the sound of music used to annoy
[Just as] the singing of the night birds
These years, lost years
No one will bring back now
No one will bring back the beautiful
Nights nor days
These dusks full of colours
These spring storms
When the wind bends the trees
And the golden dust whirls
The most quiet few moments
Before the dawn woke up the birds
And the stars that fell down
No one will bring us back now
No one will bring back these years
No one will bring back these years
But let us not return to those nights or days
Let us silence the grief in [our] hearts
Let us throw out the sudden anger
Let us welcome the sound of music
And the singing of the night birds
These years that are going to come
No one will take away from us anymore
No one will remove [from us] the beautiful nights nor the days
These dusks full of colours
And these spring storms
When the wind bends the trees
And the golden dust whirls
The most quiet few moments
Before the dawn wakes up the birds
And the stars that fall down
No one will take away from us anymore
No one will take away from us anymore
No one will take away from us anymore