It is killing me
This pain in the deepest place in my soul
It cuts me in two
To support not having her in my arms
That it happened that it was not enough for her
My poor kisses and caresses of my hands
Where will she go?
What would I give to know if she remembers me
Although in truth
Surely she has erased me
From her mind
Seeing it well I ought to understand
That it’s a men’s thing to feel defeated
It’s a men’s thing
Since like a man of courage
One must hold on
It was a great mistake to aspire to fall in love
With a woman who has rent my heart
It’s a men’s thing
To accept that she has left me badly wounded
Of what use was it
To love without being loved in return
It’s a men’s thing to mourn a lost love
Where will she go….