When I lost you
I wasn’t able to understand your ingratitude,
so I stayed alone,
not coming to terms with my solitude.
My wounded soul and my lost life!
I just stumbled.
All my friends kept on telling me:
“You’d better stop”.
They say a man shouldn’t cry
for a woman who doesn’t love him,
but as I was unable
to hold back my tears,
I closed my eyes
and started to weep.
I tried to forget the memory
of hearing your last goodbye and leaving me
and this way I became a prisoner
of my sad dream…