Whom shall I call on? Who will share with me The wretched happiness of staying alive?
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.
Not sorry, not calling, not crying
All will pass like smoke of white apple trees
Seized by the gold of autumn,
I will no longer be young.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my heart. Predestined separation promises a future meeting.
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