For a love,
I lay myself bare and I live impassioned.
I have a love
that left forever in my life a bitter pain.
Poor me—
this life would be better if it would end.
It is not for me.
Poor me (oh, my heart)—
poor me (suffer no more)—
how much suffers my heart
that beats for you alone.
For a love,
I cried drops of blood from my heart.
You left me with a wounded soul,
without compassion.
Poor me—
this life would be better if it would end.
It is not for me.
Poor me (oh, my heart)—
poor me (suffer no more)—
how much suffers my heart
that beats for you alone.