Twenty-two years ago
I was here with your mother
She was twenty
like you are now
She was so beautiful
like you are now
Your long eyelashes
are ones of your mother
Your not high but pretty nose
is the one of your mother
Why haven't I married again ?
I was't handsome
nor young
But she accepted my love
in the midst of her youth and beauty
How can I forget her
How can I betray her
Her sweet heart
still lives in my heart
I still live
with her sweet heart
There you can see an old bench
I sat on the bench
with your mother
she was twenty
like you are now
she was so beautiful
like you are now