I learned that you love another woman,And I come, desperate, to bid you farewell.
One last time,
Pour the same wine into our two cups.
One last time, sing the song
Which speaks of a dead bird under the snow.
Then I will embark on the Hudson River
Whose waters divide
To flow east and west.
Why do you cry, Belle. Who hurt you?
You may marry a man with a faithful heart,
A man who will repeat to you sincerely:
“I only have eyes for you…”