Romance 1930, Op. 55

Gone, gone are you, days of enchantment!

The heart won't find anything Like you!

Your only trace is in the sadness of my memory!

Ah! I'd rather forget all about you!

Desire rushes toward you, as is its custom,

And I have no power to stop the tears of Love!

The memory of you is a misfortune!

But a greater misfortune yet is to forget you!

O, Let sadness replace hope!

We find joy in mourning our happiness.

I' ll die of the Longing memory!

But can one Live, alas! And forget?