The birds are still in the trees.
In the spring of love, we used to sing
We talked privately and watched the birds
flying from one branch to the other,
Suddenly, yesterday was lost from us,
and there was sorrow in the heart.
We flew together in a sky dream.
We squeezed the intoxication of love
But we were still thirty
It was love,
Don't ask or blame us
Paradise was only a step but
It was lost and then yesterday
was lost from us
It was love.
Don't ask or blame us.