There is something I meant to tell you
When I was singing my song.
There was something I meant to tell you
When I loved you—
But now, what good will it do?
Yesterday the night seemed particularly long.
There is something about time
Which is always wrong.
I would like to be in the same place,
And look upon you with the same face,
With the same love we had!
But time makes it impossible.
The impossible is wrong. The impossible is sad.