Snow shines like silver in the moon light...
- The charm of the old song...
Night woke in the heart the memory-longing,
Remembrance of the one that I loved.
The sad voice of ringing bells
Gives quiet pain in my heart,
Bringing sweet dreams of the past.
The meetings with the beloved are coming back alive...
Feelings awakening, love timid confessions,
The oath of fidelity, tenderness of dates.
Youth, in its dreams, promised happiness,
But the fate has decreed otherwise.
