If I had known,
I wouldn't have shown enthusiasm
which both of us had
and you have never shown again.
Because, summing it up,
you're neither that innocent
nor as transparent
as you imagine.
My time is running out, my time is over.
If it's worth it or not, what do I know?
I lean towards telling you 'No'.
You never give anything
and only show your profile,
and don't concede anything more,
Tell me what my benefits
will be in this story
if for you, in every victory,
the sacrifice is singular.
It's not, it's not
my own, you see now.
For you, I have risen
cathedrals up to the sky for you.
Never ever,
not even once
did you open your door to me.
Chasing a future that is now nonexistent.
Within my hands, you don't see it either.
In the end, what's the point?
Tell me what my benefits
will be in this story
if inside my memory
the sacrifice is singular.
It's not, it's not,
my own it is not
because for you,
I won't, won't come back... no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no... oh, oh.
Tell me what my benefits
will be in this story
if for one of your glories
the sacrifice is singular.
If I had known,
I wouldn't have shown enthusiasm