If one day we meet again,
By chance on the old paths,
Don’t ask me if I’ll stop,
Why are my eyes sad and cold?
Could you not ask me about my heartaches?
And what is my life now
If we meet by chance,
I don’t want you to know that my soul is ashes.
You will see a tear in the eye,
Let it flow…you can’t stop it,
Go ahead, don’t linger,
it’s too late to love me now
It’s too late to stir up the past
Now in the last hour,
Only the wind beats in the heart,
Only ash remains in the soul that burned.
And coal that is not yet extinguished,
What smokes, leaving a light trail,
That’s all that’s left of the burning fire…
And a feeling, what is called… longing.
