Don't cry over me, my eye
that I will be gone without a sign
then when the Jasmin blooms again
you won't remember me
It hurts that your tears
little by little carry on
your hopes and my dreams
everything that stayed of us
Ref.
The white Jasmin will wither
when I leave the city in the morning
the white Jasmin will wither
you'll only throw it out of the door
The white Jasmin will wither
you'll find somebody, cause you're still young
the white Jasmin will wither
but my love never will