You have just told me goodbye, sadness is in your eyes.
I can hardly believe it—it's over.
After so much love transpired, we are both wounded.
Goodbye, beautiful story—it's over.
I love you.
Tomorrow, my heart broken—tomorrow, all alone will I go.
I will go far away to hide, my life shredded,
where I can endlessly cry out—cry out:
I love you—I love you—I love you.
A rival stole my love and my cries are worth nothing.
In the wind it already dies—it's over.
I would nonetheless like that one day you remember my love—
an unfortunate love that bleeds forever.
I love you—I love you—I love you.
I love you.