You were so pretty
back then at the party
in your drunken eyes
you offered me love
the lights are dim
and we're already leaving.

A wind in the tree lane,
you're here by my side
the night will pass
in your house or mine
and in its arrival
there's hope in it too
that you're the one I searched for on my path.

But that's an extra story
of a short love
and the fire that burned
almost immediately burnt out
without pain, tears
here are ways separate.

Again to the circle
that I'm captured in
a son takes a daughter
and dances a dance with her
again from the begining
the door will open
and when I will go in, where am I going to?

Without pain, tears
here our ways separate.