It won’t be, because the years are
Always shorter
That I’ve sometimes had the intention
Of trapping time with my hands.
It won’t be, because the days are
Always longer
That I’ve quit wearing a watch
So as not to look at it too much.
And it won’t be,
If you’ve marched on.
And it won’t be; it won’t be,
Because already you’re not here.
I know that it won’t be,
Because you haven’t pardoned me.
It won’t be; it won’t be,
Because already I’m not happy.
It won’t be, because the moon is
Being investigated
That the nights are made so dark
That you don’t visit me now even in dreams.
There won’t be spring allergies
Or summer sadness.
In autumn I always depress myself
And in winter the same because the year is ending.
And it won’t be,
If you’ve already marched on.
And it won’t be; it won’t be,
Because already you’re not here.
I know that it won’t be,
Because you haven’t pardoned me.
It won’t be; it won’t be,
Because already I’m not happy.
always growing shorter
that I have sometimes wanted
to trap time in my hands.
It will not be because the days are
always growing longer
that I have stopped wearing a watch
so as not to look at it too much.
And it will not be
if you have gone away.
And it will not be, it will not be,
because you are no longer here.
I know that it will not be,
because you have not forgiven me.
It will not be, it will not be,
because I am no longer happy.
It will not be because the moon is
being investigated
that the nights grow so dark
that you no longer visit me even in dreams.
There will be no spring allergies
or summer sadness.
In autumn I always become depressed,
and in winter as well, because the year is ending.
And it will not be
if you have already gone away.
And it will not be, it will not be,
because you are no longer here.
I know that it will not be,
because you have not forgiven me.
It will not be, it will not be,
because I am no longer happy.