Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years,
I’ll be sitting again all aflutter beside you in one hundred years,
I’ll be kissing your hand, wrapped in passion, in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We'll be sitting again in the garden in one hundred years,
We will quarrel again, you will go to your home in one hundred years,
Moon will be lighting my way to your house in one hundred years,
When you, oh my baby, will open me door in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We’ll be probably one hundred thirty in one hundred years,
We’ll be probably missing our thirty in one hundred years,
We, old-timers, will still sit together in one hundred years,
When we’re so close to the Heavens in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years.
And in snow-covered garden we, old-timers, may still sit together in one hundred years,
But all this in one hundred years, one hundred years.