Those days vorbei

Those days vorbei, I wish they soon returned
When you were sitting, stirring tea,
And when your eyes aglint were searching me…
Those days, those nights, a long-forgotten song.

The birds were chirping nicely in the Hof,
And I was putting wood to burning stove;
I wish I could have had a warmer hope…
Those winter evenings, blankets, pillows, love.

And though I know the living never ends
And, voll verbrennt, das Leben noch fangt an;
Like thousand specks of lighting on the sands,
Ablaze like razors on the coast of sun.

The whitish sands of snow, so thoughtful now
When I and you, with fingers tightly clutched,
Lying down on bedsheets, a cloud without a doubt…
It will remember gently every touch.

All seasons on and on they come and go,
A ball of snow transforms into a мяч;
The laws of time have yes become a no,
But nothing will erase your gentle touch.

Those days vorbei, I wish they soon returned
When you were sitting, stirring tea,
And when your eyes aglint were searching me…
Those days, those nights, a long-forgotten song.