Before you leave,
Don't forget that you can return without thinking
Before leaving, give a kiss to your father who cries for you
Come and hold me
If you need me, don't doubt me
Who would have said
that between the sorrow and the joy,
he would see his daughter
not be sleeping in the bed where she fell asleep many nights
That between the sorrow and the joy,
he would see his little girl
giving kisses to the man who one day stole her from him
Out of the blue, he stole what I loved most
Out of the blue, he promised he'd take care of
her, of his little girl, of his little girl
Torment of love
Heaven is my witness of her suffering
In her room the dolls ask why she left
Who would have said
that between the sorrow and the joy,
he would see his daughter
no longer sleeping in his arms because one day she got older
That between the sorrow and the joy,
he would see his little girl
giving kisses to the man who one day stole her from him
Out of the blue, I stole what he loved most
Out of the blue, he promised he'd take care of her