Perfidia

No one understands the suffering I go through, so much that I can't cry anymore, alone, trembling with anxiety. Everyone looks at me and then leaves. Woman, if you can speak with God, ask Him if I have ever stopped adoring you. The sea, mirror of your loneliness, the times you have seen me cry, the betrayal of your love. I have searched for you wherever I go, and I can't find you. Why do I want your kisses if your lips no longer want to kiss me? And you, who knows where you are, what adventures you will have, how far away you are from me. The sea, mirror of your loneliness, the times you have seen me cry, the betrayal of your love. I have searched for you wherever I go, and I can't find you. Why do I want your kisses if your lips no longer want to kiss me? And you, who knows where you are, what adventures you will have, how far away you are from me... from me... from me... from me...