Eremu Meharrak

One more kiss, dear.
One more sigh.
Only this, dear, is goodbye.
For our love is such pain
and such pleasure.
And I’ll treasure till I die.

So for now, dear,
aurevoir madame.
But I’m how-d’ye,
not farewell.
For in time we may have a love’s glory.
Our love story to tell.

Just as every autumn
leaves fall from the tree,
tumble to the ground and die.
So in the springtime
like sweet memories
they will return as will I.

Like the sun, dear,
upon high.
We’ll return, dear,
to the sky.
And we’ll banish the pain and the sorrow,
until tomorrow goodbye.

One more kiss, dear.
One more sigh.
Only this, dear, is goodbye.
For our love is such passion,
such pleasure.
I will treasure until I die.

Like the sun, dear,
upon high.
We’ll return, dear,
to the sky.
And we’ll banish the pain and the sorrow,
until tomorrow goodbye.