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