The Google Translated Lyrics, though not exactly lucid, are surprisingly poignant.

What are your eyes
I will never forget you
having your hair
who lives in my hands

That is the memory
that grows in my soul
as a bitter taste
I do not think

That is your voice
who lives in my coming
who has your mouth
biting my hours

That is the memory
that grows in my soul
as a weed
I do not think

with your eyes
I will never forget you

That is the memory
that grows in my soul
as a bitter taste
I do not think

What are your eyes
I will never forget you
having your hair
who lives in my hands

That is the memory
that grows in my soul
as a weed
I do not think