Текст песни: St. Mary's of Regret + перевод

I’m wearing that dress, I’ve pulled on those gloves

I put on my veil, we once were in love

We once had it all the entire sky

We threw it away and I wonder why

Passion’s always half impossibility

But lovers that we lose we never dare forget

We visit them in mourning in December and in May

In the graveyard of St. Mary’s of Regret

The end of the street, the wrought-iron gate

The cobblestone path, the names and the date

The anxious hello, the everyday laugh

The intimate tears, the epitaph

Passion’s always half impossibility

But lovers that we lose we never dare forget

We visit them in mourning in December and in May

In the graveyard of St. Mary’s of Regret

You’re married by now

She’s kind I suppose

Does she know what she has?

Does she tell you she knows?

Do you put on the suit?

Do you try on the tie?

Do you walk through that gate?

Do you wonder why?

Passion’s always half impossibility

But lovers that we lose we never dare forget

Maybe someday there I’ll see you in December or in May

In the graveyard of St. Mary’s of Regret

In the graveyard of St. Mary’s of Regret

We never dare forget

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