He was a man who was an enemy to loneliness
he was the owner of three flowers he had to look after
nothing more, and he let himself be taken, woe is him.
He got far away from his treasure, he couldn't contemplate it
he forgot about the three flowers he had to look after.
nothing more, and he let himself be fooled, woe is him.
Burn it, burn it, listen to this song and burn it.
He already misses the moments he could not have
he pities himself for having lost what was part of him.
It will never again be like it was before.
Now I look at this man looking
with his broken eyes and nothing to look after.
Nothing more, because he let himself be taken, woe is him
Burn it, burn it, listen to this song and burn it.