I don't know, my darling,
what is that I have in my heart
that I no longer eat or sleep,
I go on just thinking of your love.
There are many who advise me
to leave you, that you do me wrong,
and I don't know what happens
that each day I love you more.
And they all say the same:
that you are bewitching me,
that you are consuming me,
that I'm no longer good for anything,
that I am not even my own shadow,
that they see me and don't recognize me,
that my misfortune has no help,
that I am already wasted.
(It repeats from the beginning)
I am already wasted...