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Tonight I feel like looking for her,
to erase what has happened and forgive her.
I don't care anymore about what they will say
or the things they will talk about...
People always talk anyway!
I only think about her all the time.
This devouring passion is terrible.
And she always unaware,
without even suspecting
my desires to return...

What have you given me, my love,
that I am sad night and day?
Always circling your corner,
always looking at your house,
and this passion that hurts,
and this pain that doesn't go away.
How long will I keep suffering
the torment of your love?

This poor heart that can't forget her
mentions her with the lips of its wound
and deepening its bitterness
the butterfly of pain
crosses in the night of my life.
Friends, tonight is a festive night.
However, I can't with my sorrow
and knowing that she's no longer here,
alone, sad and without love,
I wonder incessantly.