You told me once
That your love was mine
And no one would take
You away from me
Now you come saying goodbye
What have I done
To be treated like this?
All the love I've saved
I gave to you
I can't stand so much pain, so much sorrow
Now you come saying goodbye
What have I done
To be treated like this?
All the tenderness I gave
No one in the world will offer you
And no one will stroke your hair like I do
My poor heart
Is tired of illusions
Is tired of ingratitude
Now you come saying goodbye
What have I done?