Sobrevivire

I will survive, of course, even if it kills me, with you or without you.

It was a privilege to have your love.
And even though I loved you so much,
I will never know how I managed
to deserve it.
And today, at the end of a stop,
Your love means nothing to me. What can I do about it?

It was a privilege to have your love.
It was like a golden dream.
I was very happy by your side.
Why deny it to myself?
But dreams fade away.
Your love turned into mist, don't suffer because of it.

I will survive, of course,
even if it kills me, with you or without you.
I will survive, you will see,
to forget you, to detest you,
or even to love you more.
I will survive, of course,
even if it kills me, with you or without you.
I will survive, you will see,
to forget you, to detest you,
or even to love you more.