The rain will come back again
in a cloud, at some hour.
And land will again envelop
and our flowers, and us.
This inevitable circle
I hope so blindly,
that ever again, again,
after spring will come summer,
after the summer will fall
and thou shalt come to me,
embodied,
in a melody of a sad song
and you shall fall to me again.
If you never come back,
so you've never been here.
And elsewhere you will be,
with another, you will be another.
Then
let this inevitable circle
you return everything you gave me.
Everything, to the last, stubborn.
To return you,
without being sorry.
Goodbye and Kisses ...