Quiet songs lie beneath the guitar.

The fire in the stars runs boldly across the sky.

On a summer night full of love,

The memory revives what is hidden deep within the soul.

We dreamed with the stars like a flame.

In the skies of night we shone.

And the laughter of our youth that ran through the night,

The sounds inside the heart have not died.

Shoulder to shoulder, your warmth,

I look into my heart.

At that moment, as if it were heaven,

Happiness was quiet.

Love, like virgin snow,

Like a picture of love without a flaw,

The story that grew in our hearts,

Will remain eternal.

The first kiss was silent.

The birth of love, trembling with anticipation,

The soul flew in the moonlight,

Drunken with the ardor of forbidden desire.

Smoke from the fire, herbs with a tart aroma,

The moon is a witness to the mystery of the sacred.

This moment is a precious diamond,

More valuable than gold given by God.

Time flies.

Many winters and summers have passed since then.

But I remember that summer evening, our conversation under the moon,

As if it were yesterday.

The guitar gently sings us the blues; love lasts,

Like a magic talisman.

And youth, a distant, wonderful burden,

Leaves my soul immortal.

In the gray days of life,

I close my eyes and fly away into the past.

Dreams of fields, of flowers, of first love.

You are going to a place where hope reigns forever.

We were not together for long,

Fate is sometimes cruel and merciless.

Our paths diverged,

But there is no pain, no resentment in my heart.

Only a slight sadness, like a quiet breath,

Like an unwritten sonnet,

And memory carefully preserves that flight,

Innocent first signs of love.

First love, like the sun,

That illuminates the darkness with its light.

It teaches faith, through melody,

To love innocently, honestly, desperately.

It teaches to give, to appreciate,

Even if the heart aches,

To find farewell in the evening star,

And for evil to be carried away in the cold night.

And even though you are far away now, with another,

I am grateful to heaven for that moment.

For the happiness that we shared,

For feelings, for unreliable openness.

For the warmth of your embrace, for the warmth of our souls,

For the stars that lit our way,

For the moonlight that bathed us in its radiance,

We captured our silhouettes.

The guitar will fall silent, the fire will go out.

Only the gray ashes will quietly remain,

But first love is a flawless pattern,

Forever leaving its mark on our hearts.