Memories, violets were blooming
With our words
We will never leave each other
Never and then never
I would like to tell you now, the same things
But how quickly, love
Makes roses wither
So it is for us

The love that tears out hair
Is lost now
There is only some listless caress left
And a bit of tenderness

And when you find in your hand
Those withered flowers
In the sun of an April
Now far away you will miss them

But it will be the first
That you meet on the street
That you will cover with gold
For a kiss never given
For a new love

And it will be the first that you meet on the street
That you will cover with gold
For a kiss never given
For a new love

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