Because, because the fire of your mouth no longer burns
because you don't understand my problems like before
because you don't listen to my poems like then
Because, because if I want to caress you you go away
because your eyes don't look in mineç
because my jealousy doesn't even hurt you
Because, because your hands no longer play with my hair
neither my hands caress the velver
of your burning and while candidness
Because it's cold what yesterday was burning fire
and your prayers don't raise with my pleas
I feel you more distant everytime