It hurts you to know about me,
love; love, how bad you are,
who could have imagined that a lie
could fit in a madrigal...?
You don't want to know who I am
after giving you what you have,
now, to you, I am just a wanderer
that goes around the world like a criminal.
My desperation comes
from loving so much;
the voice of the heart will come
to your conscience as a curse.
It hurts you to know about me,
love, be careful with life,
the towers that were thought to be from heaven,
one day they fell into humilliation.
It hurts you to know about me,
love; love, how bad you are,
who could have imagined that a lie
could fit in a madrigal...?
You don'r want to know who I am
after giving you what you have,
now, for you, I am just a wanderer
that goes around the world like a criminal.
My desperation comes
from loving so much;
the voice of the heart will come
to your concience as a curse.
It hurts you to know about me,
love, be careful with life,
the towers that were thought to be from heaven,
one day they fell into humilliation.
Love...