For a pair of ardent black eyes
just like the sorrow of a love,
long ago I had desires,
happiness and grievous time.
And on leaving them one day
they were saying to me crying,
don't you ever forget, darling,
what to you I am singing now:
that an old love
you neither forget nor drop.
That an old love,
may go away from our heart
but it never says good-bye.
That an old love...
- - -
A long time has passed by,
and I saw those eyes again,
they looked at me with indifference
coldly and without contempt.
And when I noticed that disdain
from the eyes that cried for me,
I wondered if with the time
they forgot their memories.
That an old love
you neither forget nor drop.
That an old love,
may go away from our heart
but it never says good-bye.
That an old love...
That an old love...