For I hold thousands of her memories, Always finding myself in those reveries, For it enfolds much more beauty and pain, Ohh! her love for me was insane,
For I hide myself in your memories! - that is my innocence, Everyday every-night every-silence every-longing belongs to your essence,
For life is born from an incredible women, And isn't that incredible women always speaks the language of love? Oh! beloved one - I who bloomed in your love, under your purity and tenderness, For your love was boundless and measureless,
For I knew hundreds of songs, But i Still hymns the one, of whom it belongs