Oh, my God, you—you who made me a man—
you who gave me a heart and a face
for a love that is no more.
Oh, my God, you—you who made me a man—
you know how to understand and forgive
but make her understand that I no longer live.
Because now that I should forgive her,
I feel that I want to hate.
It is stronger than me but I cannot because, I know,
I love her—I still love her.
Oh, my God, you—you who made me a man—
stay close to me now that I cry without her
and I search for you—cry and search for you—
I cry and search for you.