I loved you, groaned in pain, violent pain
I cried, suffered, and even was jealous of you
But all bad things end, pass quickly
And today, I don't know why, it no longer interests me
Blessed is the time that I forgot you, for being ungrateful
And threw away the ashes of your picture!
SInce that day, I am sincerely happy,
I enjoy singing and going out gladly
Only in the evening, when nostalgia comes,
I cry alone to cry in my own time.