Don't find it weird if I tell you what you were:
an ungrateful woman towards my poor heart
Because the shine of your beautiful black eyes
has lit the way for another love
And to think that I adored you tenderly,
that by your side I felt like never before,
and because of those rare things in life,
I have found myself without the kiss from your mouth.
Love of my loves,
owner of me, what have you done to me,
that I cannot find comfort
without being able to look at you?
Since you have repaid so badly
my so sincere affection,
what you will get is
that I never again say your name.
Love of my loves,
if you have stopped loving me,
you have not bothered to make anyone
aware of that
What do I get from saying
that another love has changed my luck?
If if was all hidden from me,
may no one know my suffering!