The carol of the quince in the window

Yellow quince, Sweet and sorrow, Lamp at my window, For all our winter! Sweet, yellowish light, Just like my youthful blond hair, Mother gave me a quince Ripening slowly by the window. I would bite it, but it hurts, I get a subtle desire, And now that the year is passing, I believe I can feel it get older. Yellow quince, Sweet and sorrow, Lamp at my window, For all our winter! My mother had no globs, No tinsel, and no star, Our winter holidays Were decorated with quinces... Mother put me a quince In the window to the road, I can see it giving light And I can't find the heart to consume it. Yellow quince, Sweet and sorrow, Lamp at my window, For all our winter! Yellow quince, Sweet and sorrow, Lamp at my window, For all our winter!