Making me captive in the grip of youth
Where has my childhood gone, despoiling me
For whose sake we’ve been ruined
Even if she doesn't think about us
For the lifetime in her memory
Well go on singing

Time was when she for a moment
Didn’t remain away from us
Time is when we’re
Restrained from meeting
She may remain free of any grief umpteen times
Not hearing the painful lament
The romance about the love
Well go on repeating

I’m such a lamp in which
There is no wick, no oil
Childhood passed by love became a short illusion,
May this heart’s town flourish
In which someone’s memory dwells
The heart we’ll with her memory
Go on amusing go on singing