I loved you so much, really, so much,
that now I would like to live something worse,
that way, that way, you wouldn't be the most frustrating
thing I have lived in love.
I loved you a lot, what do I say, a lot? I loved you
the most that a soul can love,
and you left me a pain in bloom that a good love,
finally, could defoliate.
To love as I loved you,
as if you were not made of flesh and bones,
to love as I loved you, today I confess,
is a sin and, I know, it offends God.
I loved you so much, really, so much,
today that I think about it, it's hard to believe
how much I loved you, I idolized you,
and you enjoyed making me suffer.
I loved you a lot, what do I say, a lot? I loved you
the most that a sole can love,
and you left me a pain in bloom that a good love,
finally, could defoliate.
To love as I loved you,
as if you were not made of flesh and bones,
to love as I loved you, today I confess,
is a sin and, I know, it offends God.
To love as I loved you,
as if you were not made of flesh and bones,
to love as I loved you, today I confess,
is a sin and, I know, it offends God.