It's over, now it's all over
Your printed dress
I gave it to anyone in whom it could fit
Now that I don't fit in you anymore
I don't want to see you
People say that you don't want to look at me
Just like two old people that don't know each other
If you don't listen to me, I won't call you
The love I gave you wasn't the same that was over
This love only changed its color, now it's dingy
Come, there comes sadness spreading all over the place
Get your printed dress
Keep it to next year's carnival
Keep it because I never wanted you to be hurt
Until the holiday, ash Wednesday, and it's all over