At times, I think of returning to you ... and if so far I have not, it is not because this love has ended. I ... I love you even now ... I did not return only because ... because I fear that you have changed ... But tonight I decided to return ...
At most,
you will welcome me
with a coldness that
you never had before,
and perhaps you will pretend
not even to know my name;
possibly you will talk
and give me her ...
Or at most,
you will want to know
how many men I have had,
in order to forget you.
And yet, you know well,
that a woman such as I
does not toy with love;
I have never misled.
At most,
you will offend me
and then chase me,
telling me that now,
no, you care nothing for me any longer—
a woman who
only served
for you to have a bit of fun ...
And then I will leave,
and you will chase me,
asking me to forgive you—
and you will caress me,
you will remember my name,
and what we had—
perhaps it was true,
perhaps it was true ...
At most,
I will find you
together with the one who
took my place ...
And so,
so…
And then I will leave,
and you will chase me,
asking me to forgive you—
and you will caress me,
you will remember my name,
and what we had—
perhaps it was true,
perhaps it was true ...
At most,
I will find you
together with the one who
took my place ...
And so,
so…
Enough…