You can take him without further delay.
I have to realize that he no longer loves me.
It's all my fault—yes, it's my fault-—
if to someone else, I lost him.
I suspect him, I question him,
I forgive him but to no avail.
I stare at his face—
I see the reflection of my decline.
You can take him without further delay.
I have to grasp that that's how it goes.
To turn the page, I foresee that,
after all the raging, it's all over.
But make him understand that, along with my anguish,
I love him—nothing is stronger.
If he wants to teach me not to wait for him,
if waiting is required, I'm still waiting.
I must have told you a thousand idiocies,
a thousand inanities—forget all of that.
Let him understand me and let him return.
Oh, let him take me into his arms.
I must have told you a thousand idiocies,
a thousand inanities—forget all of that.
Let him understand me and let him return.
Oh, let him take me into his arms.
Let him understand me and let him return.
Oh, let him take me into his arms.