The last song

They told me that tomorrow

Nina, you will be a bride.

yet still I sing my serenade to you!

Up on the barren plateau,

down in the shady valley,

Oh, how often I have sung it to you!

Rose-petal

O flower of amaranth,

though you marry,

I shall be always near.

Tomorrow you'll be surrounded

by celebration, smiles and flowers,

and will not spare a thought for our past love;

yet always, by day and by night,

with passionate moan

my song will sigh to you.

Mint-flower,

O flower of pomegranate,

Nina, remember

the kisses I gave you!

Ah!... Ah!...