The night has told me
that you don't love me any more,
and I go roaming the world
looking for another love.
But, I can't forget you,
your kisses are still burning me
and, through my mind,
cross memories of your love.
And, like that, my life wanders
dreaming of your return,
and perhaps, in your soul,
already exists a new love.
But, if fate wants
to put us face to face,
I swear to you, for what is ours,
that there won't be any rancor.
And, like that, my life wanders
dreaming of your return,
and perhaps, in your soul,
already exists a new love.
But, if fate wants
to put us face to face,
I swear to you, for what is ours,
that there won't be any rancor.