Al Final

In the end,
you leave me bleeding from crying
with no spring in my hands to give
my life is slipping away with your love.

In the end,
you cover me with agonizing loneliness
because I sense you’ll never come back
and without your gaze, what am I supposed to do?

You know well, you inspired me to love
that I tried to get close to you
when I teased you into being a woman;
and you see, even being the troubadour of your night
you deny my night the hope
of seeing a new day dawn.

Wherever you are,
I just ask you not to forget
that for loving you like a Christ, I stayed
with my arms wide open in the end.

And you see, even being the troubadour of your night
you deny my night the hope
of seeing a new day dawn.

Wherever you are,
I just ask you not to forget
that for loving you like a Christ, I stayed
with my arms wide open in the end.