Don't speak. I know: behind the words
There is a twilight… wasted dream.
All hopes had vanished like the birds
Into the night of murk and gleam.
Let's stroll and stroll through leafy park
Until the dewy dawn breaks through.
Let's hear the whisper of the dark,
Let us forget the wrench is true.
We met where reeds grew thick and tall,
Where river flowed enfolding hill.
This night concludes and closes all.
Don't say, o dear, you love me still.
The time will pass, the time will heal
The wounds of hearts and our despair.
To golden years of joy and zeal
There's no return, there's no repair.
