My darling is not romantic
He treats me harshly
I tell him: "Bring me a flower"
He tells me: "That's a waste of time"
I tell him: "Let's light a candle"
He says: "I don't want it to be dark"
I tell him: "Let's go out"
He says: "It's too crowded out there"
What do I do with him, people?
His coldness is killing me
I search for any chance
So that we can hang out together
And whenever I set up a time to meet
He ruins it
I tell him: "Live your days,
It's unfair for us to grow in silence"
He wants the days like black coffee
And I want them with sugar
I am dying to know
Who is manipulating my darling's mind?
He think that tenderness and love
Are mistakes that should not be committed
I love him, oh how I love him
I am dying in love with him
I prayed to you, oh God
To forgive his sins
Because he is quite kind
I hope his heart grows tender
My darling is not romantic
He treats me harshly
I tell him: "Bring me a flower"
He tells me: "That's a waste of time"