song translation
People lose one another
To find (“meet”) love is a difficult problem.
The planet is turning round, it’s round, round.
The planet is flying far through the turmoil of the days.
It’s not easy, not easy to come to love on it.
The January snowstorm is ringing,
And downpours are lashing down in a springy way,
And the stars are whirling,
And the cities are buzzing with life.
People don’t see one another,
They pass by one another,
They lose one another,
And then they will never, never find,
And then they will never find (one another).
But there is somewhere my sweetheart, my love
Unique, eternal, eternal.
I’ve been looking for it (sweetheart) for a long time, but in the turmoil of the days
It’s not easy, not easy to come across it.