Sota Un Cirerer Florit

Under a blooming cherry tree, the murmuring of bees, murmuring of bees. Under a blooming cherry tree, the murmuring of bees that put me to sleep. As if life had been cut short, when you closed the door, my soul remained lifeless, you left me with empty hands. Losing your image, longing overwhelmed me and I lost hope believing you wouldn't return. And so I lived with empty hands and a suffering heart. Nothing remained, I only dreamed under a blooming cherry tree. Under a blooming cherry tree, the murmuring of bees, murmuring of bees. Under a blooming cherry tree, the murmuring of bees that put me to sleep. But the time to love is so fragile, when you least expect it, it breaks, it leaves giving you a push, leaving a bitter taste. Today, as your eyes look at me, I felt sorrow again, he turned his back on you, and you don't think it's over. You say it's a dream, just a dream, poor unhappy one! You live in lies, you have empty hands, like I did yesterday.