Oh my God, how coward is it
How frustrating
What a tragedy, what a worry
Oh my God how mean is it
My love went back over there
My God how sad it is,
He loved me so little
I believe, I loved him so much
My God he doesn’t care ,
You only have attention for another one
Even if time has passed, I don’t forget
The samba
The samba of the days spent with you
THe Samba of the days spent with you
The Samba of my heart beat
Samba of my heart beat (for you)
My God How ugly is it
It bothers me that
He played me
My God it’s so awkward
To tell each other goodbye
And Paris is so cold
My God if you are real, even just a little,
Bring back to me
My aquarellist
So conceited
He was only painting me
Even if time has passed, I don’t forget