Meu Primeiro Amor
Roberta Miranda
My First Love
Longing, a sad word when a great love is lost
On the long road of life, I go crying my pain
Like a butterfly sadly wandering over the flower
Your name always on my lips, I will call wherever I go
You don't even remember to hear the voice of this sufferer
Who begs for your affection, just a little of your love.
My first love
Ended so soon, only the pain remained
In this heart of mine
My first love
Was like a flower that bloomed
And soon died
In this loneliness
Without joy, what relieves me
Are my sad sighs
Are tears of pain
That fall from my eyes
It's because I know well that the one I loved so much
I will never see again.
