They light me candles every night,
the smoke of which shrouds your face;
I don’t want to notice as time drips by
that it takes everything with its pace.

I will not fight off peace anymore;
For she took with her, though unaware -
first to the plane, then to the port -
all my hopes for the coming year.

They light me candles every night,
the smoke of which shrouds your face;
I don’t want to notice as time drips by
that it takes everything with its pace.

In my soul is a deserted desert,
so why stand over my empty soul!
Only scraps of songs and cobwebs are there,
and everything else-she took it all.

Now candles are lit for me by the night,
the smoke of which shrouds your face;
I don’t want to notice as time drips by,
that it takes everything with its pace.

All my soul’s hopes lead to no places;
Dig through it, and all you will glance
are two half-dialogues, two half-phrases,
and all the rest - Paris, France.

So let candles be lit for me by the night,
and let the smoke shroud your face, -
But I don’t want to notice as time drips by,
that it takes everything with its pace.