I sing, my love for you
on this night it becomes poetry,
my voice will be
a teardrop of nostalgia.
I’ll never ask you
why you went away from me,
for me, everything you do is fine.
I love you and would like to shout it
but the voice of the soul sings softly, you know it.
I love you and would like to shout it
but this evening I can’t even speak because I would cry.
I sing, the sadness that’s in me
on this night will be a melody,
I still cry for you
even if, by now, it’s madness.
I don’t ask you why
now, you’re no longer mine,
for me, everything you do is fine.
I love you and would like to shout it
but the voice of the soul sings softly, you know it.
I love you and would like to shout it
but this evening I can’t even speak because I would cry.
I love you, I love you.