Eva Maria left,
looking for the sun on the beach
with her leather suitcase
and her striped bikini.
She just up and left
and only left me
mementos of her absence.
Without the least indulgence,
Eva Maria left.
And thus I spend my nights
thinking of Eva Maria.
When I can no longer sleep,
I look at her photograph.
How beautiful she looks
bathing in the sea,
tanning in the sand,
while I acutely feel the sorrow
of living without her love.
What am I to do,
what am I to do,
what am I to do,
if Eva Maria left.
What am I to do,
what am I to do,
what am I to do,
if Eva Maria left.
I can barely live
pondering if she loves me,
if she needs me
and if love is what she feels.
She just up and left
and only left me
mementos of her absence.
Without the least indulgence,
Eva Maria left.
What am I to do,
what am I to do,
what am I to do,
if Eva Maria left.
What am I to do,
what am I to do,
what am I to do,
if Eva Maria left.
Eva Maria left,
looking for the sun on the beach.
Eva Maria left,
looking for the sun on the beach
with her skin suitcase
and her striped bikini.
With her skin suitcase
and her striped bikini (bis)