I found my beloved in the arms of another
at a party, oh it hurts so much,
what great deceit I've been dealt.
He held her in his arms, I, watched them sorrowfully,
just standing in a corner as a guitar played.
Today my world is grey and I fail to find happiness,
I gave her passion and she broke my heart.
But I don't know she hasn't forgotten me, she only betrays me,
for I was the first breath of love in her life.
I found my beloved in the arms of another
at a party, oh it hurts so much,
what great deceit I've been dealt.
But my sorrow will end, my darling will regret it
and I hope that when she comes back, she'll find this love alive.1
Today my world is grey and I fail to find happiness,
I gave her passion and she broke my heart.
But I don't know she hasn't forgotten me, she only betrays me,
for I was the first breath of love in her life.
1. lit. 'she'll find the (this) flower alive