The spring has returned, but in me there is still so much winter and loneliness, so much cold in the heart, to cry. I see the rose that died, nor at least bloomed in the garden of the heart, so tired of suffering for loving you. La la la... Ah, who gave me the freedom of this love that killed me, the will to live, once again to be able to smile and sing. Be like the bird that in the sky loves the breeze and loves the sun, loves the flower and the moon, does not hold on only to a love. If I could forget you, I would not cry anymore, I could be happy and I could even go back to singing. La la la... La la la...
