Tarde

From every love I had I have wounds,
wounds that don't close and still bleed.
Mistake of having loved blindly
uselessly killing the joy of my days!
Late I realized that in the end one lives the same pretending...
Late I confirmed that my illusion was shattered by wanting...
Poor love that is suffering
the most tenacious bitterness!
And now that it's not time for anything
your loving mouth incites me once more.

And even if I want to love you, I can't anymore,
because I'm afraid deep in my soul.
I'm afraid it will happen again
the comedy that has sunk me in living.
I gave you everything!...
I lost everything!...
I always gave my whole soul,
no matter what,
bearing insults
and in the end
I was left without faith.

From every love I had I have wounds,
wounds that don't close and still bleed.
Mistake of having loved blindly,
lost in a torrent of mockery and lies.
I go on my way without waiting and without seeking loves...
Love has died because pain destroyed its flowers...
And even if you cry today and implore me,
my illusion will not return.
Don't you see that the poor one is tired already,
disheveled and mistreated by so much suffering!