Quand la lune se lève
Ton soleil apparaît

l chauffe et il brûle

La terre où tu demeures

Ici la pluie se mêle aux larmes

La brume étouffe les sanglots

La photo sur la table

Balaye les années
Efface

les rides
ravivent les souvenirs

Mais la pluie se mêle aux larmes

La brume étouffe les souvenirs

Ton visage adoré

Est une fleur dans mon cœur

Une lame dans mon ventre

Où brûle ma douleur

Où la pluie se mêle aux larmes

Où la brume étouffe la douleur

Dix années ont passé

Dix années de passé

Trois mille six cent cinquante deux

Soleils déchirés

Où la pluie se mêle aux larmes

Où la brume étouffe les souvenirs

When the moon rises

Your sun appears

Warming and burning

he land where you live

Here the rain is mixed with tears

The mist smothers the tears

Sweeps away the years

Smooths the wrinkles

Your face that I adore

Is a flower in my heart

A blade in my stomach

Where the pain in burning

Ten years have gone by

Ten years of past
Years wiped away

Suns torn apart

I always watch you baby
Cause i’m keen on you
And everytime i see you
I just disappear now
This time i’m moving on
I won’t blush again
Don’t wan’t to keep the secret
Gonna tell you what i feel

I’ve always been so high on you
‘cause i’m i love with you babe
and everytime i see you
i’m so intimidated

this time i’m moving on
won’t stumble again

don’t wan’t to keep you longer
in my imagination
don’t want to see you longer
in all the dreams i had

i have to let you know
it just won’t leave me alone
nowhere i’d rather be than
right here with you
nothing i rather do than
just be with you
nowhere i’d rather be than
right here with you

I’ve always been so high on you
‘cause i’m i love with you babe
and everytime i see you
i’m so intimidated

always been so high on you
‘cause i’m i love with you babe
and everytime i see you
i’m so intimidated

I’ve always been so high on you
always been so high on you
‘cause i’m i love with you babe
and everytime i see you
i’m so intimidated
so high on you

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished