Making me captive in the grip of youth <br />Where has my childhood gone, despoiling me <br />For whose sake we’ve been ruined <br />Even if she doesn't think about us <br />For the lifetime in her memory <br />Well go on singing <br /> <br />Time was when she for a moment <br />Didn’t remain away from us <br />Time is when we’re <br />Restrained from meeting <br />She may remain free of any grief umpteen times <br />Not hearing the painful lament <br />The romance about the love <br />Well go on repeating <br /> <br />I’m such a lamp in which <br />There is no wick, no oil <br />Childhood passed by love became a short illusion, <br />May this heart’s town flourish <br />In which someone’s memory dwells <br />The heart we’ll with her memory <br />Go on amusing go on singing
