I know, that sometimes you, woman,
you did hurt me unintentionally,
but that were small matters that I forgot
to see how your love was coming alive.
And many times I was
also angry like a child,
I closed my door to your love
when she was dying for return.
Sometimes you, sometimes I,
we quarreled without reason,
without knowing why,
without bigger mistakes,
as of the pride of both of us.
Sometimes yes, sometimes no,
you say them, I say them,
words without any value,
small signs of love.
And the fact is that sometimes
you also cried because of me
and with my kisses I dried
your sad woman’s tears.
You taught me to understand
that in our love yesterday does not exist
and I showed you in my arms
that I can never ever love anyone else.
Sometimes you, sometime I,
we quarreled without reason,
without knowing why,
without bigger mistakes,
as of the pride of both of us.
Sometimes yes, sometimes no,
you say them, I say them,
words without any value,
small signs of love.