They will tell me that, I'm going to die of loving you so much;
that, for you, it's not worth the sacrifice, they can say that;
that they don't want to hear my name; that, I already know,
but I, that love you truly, won't know what I will say.
What does it matter to you to go around saying that already I lost you,
what does it matter to you this poor love that cries for you,
what does it matter to you to make me suffer because of another love?
If I can't attain your love for me, what can I do?
What does it matter to you to make me suffer because of another love?
If I can't attain your love for me, what can I do?