I will never cry
over the money that I spend.
I will get
perhaps, more.
But I cry over the love
of a unique woman
that I, perhaps,
don't have anymore.
You, be the one to kindle this sun that's burnt out.
Love, you know,
melts the icy hearts.
What will become of me
if I lose also you?
If I also lose you?
Life is not
to be in this world for a hundred years
if you have
never loved.
To love is not
being with a woman.
More is needed, much more.
You, be the one to kindle this sun that's burnt out.
The life of a man
is in a woman's hands,
and that woman is you.
What will become of me
if I lose also you?