You want me to sing to you,
idolized woman,
the woman loved the most
by this trovadour.
If I have no breath left
and my soul is sick,
for my poor heart
can´t find peace anymore.
You see now, my life, how big is my love,
love that it is just an illusion now,
I dreamed that you loved me,
believed in what I dreamed,
believed you worshiped me
like I worship you.
But don´t think I will hold a grudge,
I will just suffer this pain in silence,
but you will know, my life,
you will know, flower of passion,
that I have loved you so much,
like one worships the Sun.
I would like to confess
how much I love you,
how much I adore you,
like one worships the Sun.
On the other hand, I would not want
to know that you abhor me,
I would rather die of passion
a thousand times over.
You see now, my life, how big is my love,
love that it is just an illusion now,
I dreamed that you loved me,
believed in what I dreamed,
believed you worshiped me
like I worship you.
But don´t think I will hold a grudge,
I will just suffer this pain in silence,
but you will know, my life,
you will know, flower of passion,
that I have loved you so much,
like one worships the Sun.