A keresés eredménye

Yellow Roses

At what time did gleeful May
Become a sleepy world.
I again, remembering everything.
What before did not come true
I shall go in the spring garden
As many years ago
I will gift a bouquet of yellow roses
I shall go in the spring garden
As many years ago
I will gift a bouquet of yellow roses
 
These yellow roses
Against the tender light of dawn
As tears of farewell, as tears of farewell
Perhaps we met late
Us together sometime?
Our memory remained
Yellow roses
 
That's the same on that day long ago
Around [us] the earth was blossoming
I saw you off
Cannot hold back the powerful tears
You took with you
Hello, my farewell:
A large bouquet of yellow roses
You took with you
Hello, my farewell:
A large bouquet of yellow roses
 
These yellow roses
Against the tender light of dawn
As tears of farewell, as tears of farewell
Perhaps we met late
Us together sometime?
Our memory remained
eYellow roses
 
These yellow roses
Against the tender light of dawn
As tears of farewell, as tears of farewell
Perhaps we met late
Us together sometime?
Our memory remained
Yellow roses
 
Our memory remained
Yellow roses...
 

Goodbye Forever

Evening descends upon the city [lit. 'To the city comes the evening']
At the window it's already the 3rd of November
I light candles
In front of me, your photo
Again and again the memory
Returns me to those days, those days
Again and again I'm saddened by them
Again and again the memory
Returns me to those days, those days
Again and again I'm saddened by them
 
Goodbye forever, last love
Goodbye forever - there are no sad words
July evening, favorite eyes
And we can not return our encounter
 
We met by chance
And I thought that he was happy
Better that I do not believe
But I met you and loved you
A fairytale-like summer holiday
It was beautiful and pure, like you, like you
Warm sun, grass and flowers
A fairytale-like summer holiday
It was beautiful and pure, like you, like you
Warm sun, grass and flowers
 
Goodbye forever, last love
Goodbye forever - there are no sad words
July evening, favorite eyes
And we can not return our encounter