December 1941 in Casablanca. Leave them. Playing is time goes by. Play it for her, play it for me. Play it back. Bam! He looked at her and it was cold for him. No farewell makes it impossible. Play it again, it's time goes by. He could not forget her. The smiling face was a silent funeral. Never completely extinguished. Play it again, it's time goes by. Play it again, it's time goes by. Play it again, son, again and again. Casablanca, it's time goes by. Casablanca, it's time goes by. When he expresses the cigarette and rubs his eyes he sees how it flies away from him only the mist remains. He looked at her and it was cold for him. No farewell makes it impossible. It was a gloomy May. Play it again, it's time goes by. Play it again, it's time goes by. Play it again, son, again and again. Play it again, it's time goes by. Casablanca, it's time goes by. Casablanca, it's time goes by.