It is spring, And the ledger is opened again. br From the abyss where they were frozen, br those days suddenly return, those days br that passed away from your lips, that died br with all our kisses, unaccounted. br The roses return: they are your fragrance; br they are the blood of your lovers. br Sorrow returns. I go through my pain br and the agony of friends still lost in the memory br of moon-silver arms, the caresses of vanished women. br I go through page after page. There are no answers, br and spring has come once again asking br the same questions, reopening account after account.