You made me fall in love little by little
and now that life is not life
knowing that it's not important to you
is bitter...it's bitter
in the evening I find myself alone
suspended just by a thread of hope
the ring of a telephone, then nothing
patience, patience
And I try to distract myself and not think
I have many you invite me and I always say no
you could suddenly show up
and what would you say if I wasn't here
I'm no longer as interested as I used to be
in the evening going and having some fun< br/>and it would do me good to heal
from this disease that is killing me
You made me fall in love little by little
and even if there is nothing left
to have loved you so uselessly
It's sweet it's sweet