I know they have told you that I'm good for nothing, good for nothing,
that I only live for the whims of your heart.
If I don't ask anyone, and to no one I beg, who cares about it?
Who cares whether I live or die because of this pasion?
Whoever knows about love, should be quiet and understand
to leave me alone, suffering in silence my love pains.
If I am happy having you near,
who cares if you are light and shade of my heart,
if you are light and shade of my heart?
Whoever knows about love, should be quiet and understand
to leave me alone, suffering in silence my love pains.
If I am happy having you near,
who cares if you are light and shade of my heart,
if you are light and shade of my heart?