Poeme : All Began

It all began so suddenly
Our love was growing strong,
And fate gave us a ray of hope
That nothing could go wrong.

Your love for me ceased to end
No matter what the cost,
But now its final strength has died
Your love for me… is lost.

it al bəɡɑ̃ so sydɑ̃li
uʁ lɔvə was ɡʁɔwiŋ stʁɔ̃ɡ,
ɑ̃d fatə ɡavə ys a ʁε ɔf ɔpə
ta nɔtiŋ kuld ɡo wʁɔ̃ɡ.

iuʁ lɔvə fɔʁ mə səazεd to εnd
no mate wa tə kɔst,
byt nɔw its final stʁɑ̃t-as djε
iuʁ lɔvə fɔʁ mə… is lɔst.