We are talking about that.
We are talking about that.
You hear how sad, how sad, how sad.
You hear how sad and hopelessly how.
Seniors, their wives and servants,
Dogs on the beds and children on the arms,
And it became so clear to us,
so clear,
so clear,
That it is not clear outside,
but how it is in our hearts,
That life was in vain,
that life was beautiful,
That we will all be happy,
God will give someday.
And only you were silent,
silent, silent,
And your head was shaking,
sad people do not get into the dance,
And then she said,
let's start all over,
Let's start all over, my beloved,
and so.
Under the music of Vivaldi, Vivaldi, Vivaldi,
Under the music of Vivaldi,
Under the glorious clavestrino,
Under the creak of the rift,
Under the forgetfulness of the blues,
Let's love each other,
love being personally like our sons.
Love being personally like our sons.