I'd want to forget you;
It's impossible,
my love, my love,
Your image follows me:
Yours is my life,
so my love.
And when I'm thinking
all alone,
I rave with the falseness
with which I paid
your love, my love.
If I could have you
by my side all day long,
About my hidden loves,
dove, I'd tell you.
But my wish is useless,
never, never.
I only live to love you,
quiet and sad:
I cry, I cry.
They told me
you don't love me;
But that's not a reason.
You deprive me of your look,
Darling; I can't live without it.
I'm going to hide
in a jungle to cry.
It could be that,
in my exile,
I could forget your black eyes.
One day, in the morning,
I looked to the blue sky.
Gazing at the stars,
I asked the prettiest
if it was the one that shined
on my love;
To ask for her
to the mercyful God, resignation.