I wait for no one.
I wait for nothing—
nothing that changes—
this day that ends.
This day that ends
when evening comes
is a bitter tear
dedicated to my love.
To a love who never
suffered for me
and who has wasted something
great, perhaps greater than she.
I wait for no one
who left and did not return.
Nothing can change any longer
and there is no need to pray.
And there is no need to pray
or to lie to my heart.
You no longer can save
this love that dies.
She will never come back (never).
She does not care about me (me)
and has wasted a great love
perhaps greater than she
and I am alone now forever.
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She will never come back (never).
She does not care about me (me)
and has wasted a great love
perhaps greater than she
and I am alone now forever—
and I am alone now forever.
I wait for no one—
I wait for nothing ...