It's my birthday again and there will be two dishes on my table
Even though I know that this time you won't come
I just want to go around as a gift to the calendar
So that these years go backwards
I would be one year younger and when I blew I would start a fire
To the candles What did you put on the cake
After winter will come autumn after September will come August
And tomorrow will be a little more yesterday
br/>Why do I want words if I no longer sing to you
Why do I want my lips if I lost your kisses
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow< br/>From today I will grow until I was born
We would return to the happiest day of our lives
And again it would be the first time
Every fallen tear would return to my eyes
About the urgent paper telegram
The news would say that the bullets returned
To those weapons that aimed to kill
The dissenting voices would come back to life
And with them a little more freedom
Why do I want words if I no longer sing to you
br/>Why do I want my lips if I lost your kisses
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born
And why do I want the air if your breath is not here
Why do I want my hands if they don't touch you
I don't want my springs if they don't grow your violets
From today I will grow until I am born