When nobody loves you,
when everyone forgets you,
you'll return to the path
where I stood;
you'll come back like they all do;
with your soul in pieces,
to look in my arms
for a little bit of faith.
When not one drop
is left of your pride anymore,
and the light in your eyes
begins to fade;
we'll talk then
about this love of ours,
and you will know that my kisses,
that you so despise,
will make you cry.
When nobody loves you,
when they all forget you,
and the relentless destiny
wants to see your end;
I will be on the road
where you left me,
with open arms
and an immortal love.
Because I want you to know
that I don't know about bitterness,
that because of my mother
I learned to forgive.
And once you know
my sorrows of love,
although you don't want to,
although nobody wants to,
you will have to adore me.