I live in anguish because of a love,
my sorrow is such, that I would like to die,
I am suffering as I never suffered before,
I am defeated, me, the one who always won.
Hold it, don't ask me to forget it,
don't tell me she was bad,
in spite of the fact that it is very true,
I feel that I love her even more.
Just, stay with me for a while,
I know you are a good friend
and you can understand me.
Leave it, don't take the bottle away
because it is my confident
in my hours if grief.
(it repeats from the start)