Condemned to live sadly
Is the destiny of those who love too much
Never does my heart withstand
The love that pain inflames.
But again the tortured heart
Sought shelter in your breast, uselessly;
There is no one who will console the burning thirst
Nor is it gorged by passion.
And always , for any act
Must be paid with suffering,
Until the last touch of sweetness
Eventually dies in regret.
For you that the bodies were entrapped
A day is only loneliness.
Will there probably be someone
That kills the fire of such passion?
I know that love is a sin
For this as well to me it castigated the sky
I was for life tied
To whom always cheated on me.