Down the street passes everyday
the woman I love
down the street and when I look at her eyes
I die of sorrow
She who was mine and gave me
her life in her kisses
she gives them to someone else and turns around
when I find her
Down the street she passes everyday
to look for his arms
to join to his body, to calm her anxiety
down the street
I hate her so much for being so cruel
because she played with my love
but I still love her, I don't know
what that woman gave to me
Though I hate her and I wish to see her
crying at my feet
like the day we met
I still love her