Now is not the time for reservations —
The fact is that everything has ended:
Suddenly a rich man came, better than me a priori,
In a moment with you he stole my happiness.
I have a request, my last request —
The first in years.
Today, last Sunday,
Give me for a moment. at least
Past our Sunday…
We are parting now,
We will part forever
At this hour.
Past Sunday
Do not be sorry to give me as a sacrifice,
Give me the pearls of your glance
For the last time.
You have enough Sundays,
And with me there will be darkness.
Sunday has flown away into the distance,
All dreams have been incinerated,
The happiness that we so desired,
Ended like this.
Sundays are enough for you
And with me there will be darkness
This last Sunday
All dreams have ended -
Happiness, that we so desired
A simple trifle.