The meek stars have shined for us.
A light wind breathed and flowers around us smelled beautifully.
We were young, we were in love and we looked to the future with belief.
We had our dreams and we didn't fear the snowstorms of gray winter.
Where are those nights with their glow,
with their beauty, with hope of exalted dreams?
Stars began to darken, flowers began to wither.
Oh my heart! When will you forget all that happened?
Will you forget the promises of spring?
When will you, my heart, forget it?
