Canzone dell'amore perduto

Remember how the violets bloomed with our words
"We’ll never leave each other, never ever,"
I wish I could tell you the same things now
But how quickly, my love,
The roses wilt, just like our love that tears at our hair, it’s lost now,
All that’s left are a few half-hearted caresses and a bit of tenderness.
And when you find those wilted flowers in your hand, under the sun of an April long gone,
You’ll miss them, but it’ll be the first person you meet on the street that you’ll cover in gold for a kiss never given, for a new love.
And it’ll be the first person you meet on the street that you’ll cover in gold for a kiss never given, for a new love.