She trembled in my hands
it was her first time,
her name was Martha and from then on
she became mine.1
Silently she embraced me
and surrendered to me,
she was a messenger pigeon
who gave me a little bit of happiness.
She stuck a thorn in the center
of my soul and said goodbye,
she left one morning and
she left my house full of pain2.
She left me crying, if I could forget her...
God, if only I could...
she left me crying, if I could forget her...
God, if only I could...
She was a cloud in the sky
drawn by the wind
and only because of my lie,
despite it all I remember her.
Today it's barely grown,
time has passed and she
doesn't ask for me by name,
nor does she write a letter,
she's forgotten it all.
She stuck a thorn in the center
of my soul and said goodbye,
she left one morning and
she left my house full of pain.
She left me crying, if I could forget her...
God, if only I could...
she left me crying, if I could forget her...
God, if only I could...
Her name was Martha
that was her name,
her name was Martha
her name was Martha
that was her name....
1. lit. my woman2. either she left the house filled with painful memories or that she herself was filled with pain