We used to be happy like this,
But unfortunately, all the best things pass...
It's true, once I did insist
That our love was one of first class.
But now it's finally over.
Lonesome days are horribly cold.
No more late night flights to Hannover,
Even memories are growing old...
Those were pretty precious days,
But the end couldn’t but come,
And now only a picture remains
Of a happy me on your arm
A love like ours just cannot be
More than once in a short-lived life.
It did mean so much to me,
But all beautiful things must die.
It’s a story older than time -
Love and joy, departure and pain.
And still to write about it is just fine,
Because they're the only ones to remain.
Waltz Arina s German Waltz
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