I'd had love for you, I'd moaned with pain, such a wasting pain
I had cried, I'd suffered and been jealous as well
But any suffering finds its ending, any suffering lightly goes away
And today, I don't know why, I'm no longer interested on you
Blessed is the moment I forgot you for your ingratitude
And threw away the ashes from your photograph
From that day, with sincerity, I am happy
I now find in me the joy to sing and gladly go on my way
But only when it dusks, as the nostagia comes,
I cry alone so as to cry more at ease