There's that small refuge we always had,
Hidden between the old willow trees,
Where sparrows, swallows and magpies,
Rest their tired, restless wings.

How we always met there,
Is a secret just between you and me,
And the sparrows, and the swallows,
And the old willow trees.

A sacred feeling bound us,
When we held our hands,
The wind always conspired in our favor,
When leaves were magnetized in your hair,
Giving you unparalleled beauty,
Giving you vibrant color,
That not even painters could dream.

I am now alone,
The snow drowns my weeps,
The willow trees are sleeping
And the sparrows,
And the swallows,
And the magpies,
Are nowhere to be seen.

For sure, our love was pure,
And for certain, I shall see you again
When the cold wind stops its cries,
When you will awake the sleeping willow trees,
And when the sparrows,
And when the swallows,
And when the magpies,
Will rest their restless wings again.