Who knows how many hearts you've broken?
Let's see, you can also count mine
How many times I heard the same promises
No, my dear, let's not stay friends
You are the master of empty words, zero action
Cry, cry in pretense
Make it fit in your book, make it fit into your sheath
Play, play a little on the side
It neither killed me nor did it make me laugh
This love made me miserable
My soul has had enough, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy
Let the saz1 play to my loneliness
1. Stringed instrument