were u branch that can broke becos of only wind
whats that to whom,i burn
were u branch that can broke without sighing
befor summer was here,i lived in winter in my heart
the destiny has driven my way little by little
has stolen my years one by one
my heart has burnt so many times little by little
they have tun out of my life little by little
unfaithfuls have surrended me
my hopes have been stolen in broad daylight
i dont know to whom i call account
my poor heart has been offended even to me