When they tell you about love and dreams
and they offer you the sun and the whole heaven,
if you recall me, don’t mention me,
because you’ll feel the love of a good guy.
And if they want to know about your past,
it will be necessary to tell a lie,
say that you come from a strange world,
that you don’t know how to mourn,
that you don’t understand love
and you have never loved.
Because wherever I go
I will tell of your love
as it were a golden dream,
and forgetting the bitterness
I won’t say that your farewell made me unhappy.
And if they want to know about my past,
it will be necessary to tell another lie,
I’ll say that I come from a strange world,
that I don’t know what’s pain,
that I triumph in love
and that I have never cried.
And if they want to know about your past,
it will be necessary to tell another lie,
say that you come from a strange world,
that you don’t know how to mourn,
that you don’t understand love
and you have never, ever loved.