Go now,
little spring flower with the taste of the sea.
Go now,
now, that you've learnt how to fly on your own.
Go now,
follow the way to another shore and to another freedom.
Go now,
and leave me in silence with my solitude.
Go now,
now, when the blame can not bruise us.
Go now,
and take away with you the night when I met you.
Go, and don't say anything,
how much are the words worth when love is gone?
Go now
and don't be embarrassed, 'cause I will know how to forget.
What will happen to you?
In whose arms, my little one, will you feel alive?
What will happen to me?
What will happen to my life without you?
I know you will find
loves just like mine, but the same age as you,
and that another spring love
will make you forget my autumn love.
Who will make you forget
the nights when the fire of passion burned on your skin?
Who will wipe up
the footprints that my love left inside your soul?
Who will make love to you
whilst walking the paths
that I walked yesterday?
Who will enjoy you
whilst feeling you on his body every evening?