If you came back and spoke to me,
I would conceal my tears.
If you were here again and stood wordless,
I would understand even this silence.

But I don´t want this anymore,
But I don´t feel this anymore,
They burnt to memories,
Oh those old images.

It´s too late,
It´s too late,
The song of longing
 [bad word] anymore.
You know well,
that song died between us,
oh that song...

It´s too late,
It´s too late,
The song of longing
 [bad word] anymore.
You know well,
that song died between us,
oh that song, in the storms of the days.

If you begged me to look at you again,
I would conceal my eyes.
If you wrapped your arms around me like once,
I would not find my hands.

But I don´t want this anymore,
But I don´t feel this anymore,
They burnt to memories,
Oh those old images.

It´s too late,
It´s too late,
The song of longing
 [bad word] anymore.
You know well,
that song died between us,
oh that song...

It´s too late,
It´s too late,
The song of longing
 [bad word] anymore.
You know well,
that song died between us,
oh that song...

In the storms of the days.
In the storms of the days.
In the storms of the days.