OH BEAUTIFUL

Oh, beautiful, bring back my heart, my memory, and my dreams, which have always been colored by the pink blossoms of your soft hands.

Oh beautiful, when will my heart rejoice with your blue eyes? When will your train stop here under the shade of our smiling tree?

Oh, beautiful, didn't you know that the sparkle of your eyes has illuminated my surroundings, and that its magical rays have revived dreams and fresh tales?

Oh, beautiful, you haven't given me a chance to think of anyone but you, and I no longer see nothing but your eyes, and I know nothing but your love.

Oh, beautiful, don't you see the path of my yearning? The path of love instead of this pile of silence.

Oh, beautiful, what truly makes me happy is that this is the first love my heart has known, and the first train I have waited for with joy.