All that I suffered because
of that ungrateful woman,
she never will know,
better, I rather die.
I know well she will make fun
of my profound affection
because she knows I won't be able
to love anyone else in the world,
Oh... I don't know why I love her,
Oh... I don't know why
I suffer so much, I cry so much.
I went to the sea shore
and the waves were telling me
that you didn't love me any more,
that the crying should stop;
that all my love
you already had forgotten
that you already had left,
never ever to come back.
Oh... I don't know why I love her,
Oh... I don't know why
I suffer so much, I cry so much...