Pa para ra ra pa para.
Pa para ra ra pa para.
I awake with the morning
intensely hugging my pillow.
Memories haunt me. I can't sleep.
A tear bursts on my sheet.
Pa para ra ra pa para, oh no.
Pa para ra ra pa para.
I turn around and my bed is empty.
I pound in vain, against the wall.
The room, in chaos, your photograph breaks.
Madness invades my senses. No, no, no!
I feel so alone. Alone.
I feel alone and without your love.
I feel so alone. Alone.
I feel that I will die without your love.
This cold curse that does not let me sleep,
and these warm memories of you are painful.
I am so abandoned.
I feel so alone. Alone.
I feel alone and without your love.
I feel so alone. Alone.
I feel that I will die without your love.
I feel so alone. Alone.
I feel alone and without your love.
I feel so alone. Alone.
I feel that I will die without your love.
Alone. Alone. Loneliness.
Alone. Alone. Loneliness.
Alone. Alone. Loneliness.
Alone. Alone. Loneliness.