If it's fine with you, let's stay together
but like this, without love,
since you want us to avoid
everything trivial.
I no longer know how to love,
and so I am just fine with you.
But because I am sick,
if you do not sleep by my side,
the idea tortures me
of another, of someone else—
if I come to search for you,
I know it—it's over with you.
Jealousy
blinds me, kills me.
Absurd sickness,
the heart fights to drive it away.
It ignites in my chest
the desire to love you,
to have you forever.
Jealousy—
the farce is over,
I want you to be mine.
To leave you to another
is just madness.
At even the thought,
I feel like dying—
dying of jealousy.
Your light is already turned off—
my suspicion is tremendous
of another, someone else
in my place in bed.
If I come to search for you,
I know it—it's over with you.
Jealousy
blinds me, kills me.
Absurd sickness,
the heart fights to drive it away.
It ignites in my chest
the desire to love you,
to have you forever.
Jealousy—
the farce is over,
I want you to be mine.
To leave you to another
is just madness.
At even the thought,
I feel like dying—
dying of jealousy.
(Jealousy,)
blinds me, kills me.
(Sickness)
the heart fights
(throw her out).
It ignites in my chest,
the desire to love you,
to have you forever.
(Jealousy),
the farce is over,
(I want you to be mine).
The heart fights
(madness).
At even the thought,
I feel like dying—
dying of jealousy...