- cifra
Say good-bye. my own true lover,
as we sing a lover's song.
How it breaks my heart to leave you
now the carnival is gone.
High above the dawn is waking,
and my tears are falling rain,
for the carnival is over,
we may never meet again.
Like a drum my heart was beating,
and your kiss was sweet as wine.
But the joys of love are fleeting,
for Pierrot and Columbine.
Now the harbour light is calling
this will be our last good-bye.
Tho' the carnival is over
I will love you till I die.
