In a corner of my soul
where I have the sorrow
that your goodbye left on me,
in a corner of my soul
gets bored that poem
created by our love.
In a corner of my soul
I'm missing your presence
that the time stole from me,
your face, your hair
that so many of our nights
my hands caressed.
In a corner of my soul
hurt me the 'I love you's'
that your passion gave me:
we'll be very happy;
I will never leave you,
you will always be my love.
In a corner of my soul
I also keep the failure
that the time offered me,
I condemn it, in silence,
to look for consolation
to my heart.
I can't believe
after have loved
as I have loved,
I can't believe
to find myself so lonely
as i find myself today.
What is life good for
if to a little bit of happiness
follows an tremendous grief?
I can't believe
that neither tonight
I will hear your voice.
In a corner of my soul
where I have the sorrow
that your goodbye left on me,
in a corner of my soul
gets bored that poem
created by our love.
With the most beautiful things
I will keep your memory
that the time was unable
to pull out of my soul.
I will keep it until the day
that I'll be gone.