Friend, friend,
a passion kills me;
for that ungrateful woman
for whom I suffer and cry.
She gave to me
bitterness in a cup of gold,
oh, no, no, no!
I can't forget her.
Friend, friend,
a passion kills me;
for that ungrateful woman
for whom I suffer and cry.
She gave to me
bitterness in a cup of gold,
oh, no, no, no!
I can't forget her.
Friend, friend,
convince that woman,
that woman
that I don't forget her for a second;
that wherever I go
I carry her in my thoughts,
oh, no, no, no!
I can't forget her.
Friend, friend,
convince that woman,
that woman
that I don't forget her for a second;
that wherever I go
I carry her in my thoughts,
oh, no, no, no!
I can't forget her.