I do not feel sorry or angry,
that I lost something very sacred
my heart is still warm, tender
the quiet whisper is in me, in the soul.
No, this heat will not die,
neither call to the heart, sad,
my heart hid in the corner of silence,
only a gentle whisper embraces him,
a joyful hand is waiting.
Why suffer today and tomorrow
always with pride, he is silent
and only time will touch it
with warm hands, heart warm.
And the time makes you another
and old and sensual, affectionate
little pride disappears.
Only warm love remains.
Goodbye and Kisses ...