Who would have thought that one day I would be... crying for love
with a broken soul in a corner
lifeless... dreaming of his voice
this is a kind of madness
still one hundred mine...
every morning I am tortured
the memory of his goodbye...
And now what do I do
with all this love that I It remains inside
to whom I give it...
and now what do I do
when my lips claim his kisses
my hands his body
that I only feel...
I sit and without his love......
Who would have thought that one day I would
wake up... without his heat
drinking the poison he left behind
/>wounds.. in my heart
this is a kind of madness
I still feel it mine..
every morning I am tortured
the memory of his goodbye.... < br/>And now what do I do
with all this love that remains inside me
to whom I give it...
and now what do I do
when my lips claim their kisses
br/>my hands his body
that I feel alone...
I feel and without his love......