Trying to humiliate me, you made public
to have disdained my passion,
and pretending a deep sorrow, you imagined
that I would die in desperation.
After all, if you would have loved me
I would have already forgotten
your love;
you can see that it was wasted time,
the time you spent thinking about it,
to tell me now
that it can't be.
To think that I could love you
is like believing that death could be avoided.
After all, if I don't have your kisses
I won't die because of it,
I am already tired
of so much kissing.
To think that I could love you
is like believing that death could be avoided.
After all, if I don't have your kisses
I won't die because of it,
I am already tired
of so much kissing.
I lived without knowing you,
I can live without you.