And you have left me with a broken heart.
And you have left me with a broken heart.
As you can see misfortunes always come in threes
because life comes and goes and never stops,
I told you that.
Nevertheless lie to me,
tell me that something remains
between both of us,
that the night never ends in your room,
that neither time nor pain exist.
If you want, make me lose,
take me to nowhere, just without any reason.
I know that a heart that doesn’t see
is a heart that doesn’t feel
or a heart that cheats you, darling.
But you know, in the deepest depth of my soul
there’s still that pain for trusting you.
What happened to that illusion and to the beauty called life?
Why did you heal me when I was hurt,
when today you leave me again with a broken heart?
Who is going to give me her emotions?
Who is going to ask me to never leave her?
Who will cover me tonight if it’s cold?
Who will heal my broken heart?
Who will fill this January with primroses
and steal a moon for us to play with it?
Tell me, my darling, if you go way,
who will heal my broken heart?
And you have left me with a broken heart.
And you have left me with a broken heart.
Giving only that, what you had in excess
it was never to share, but to give alms, darling.
If you don’t know it, I tell you:
After the storm always comes the calm,
but I know that after you,
after you, it won’t come.
Why did you heal me when I was hurt
when today you leave me again with a broken heart?