I already know the steps of this road
I know that it won't get anywhere
I know your secrets from memory
I already recognize the rocks along the road
I also know that standing there alone
I'll stay, much worse
What can I do against the enchantment
Of this love that I deny so much
Avoid so much
And meanwhile
Always returns to enchant
With the same sad old facts
That in a photo album
I persist to collect.
There I go again like a fool
In search of desolation
From which I'm tired of knowing
New sad days, bright nights
Verses, letters, my dear
I still return to write for you
To say that this is sin
And I have a bruised heart
With memories from the past
And you know the reason
I'll collect one more sonnet
and another portrait in black and white
Mistreating my heart