Cuore Ingrato

Catarí, Catarí...
why do you tell me these
bitter words,
why do you talk to me
and torment my heart, Catarí?
Don't forget that
I gave you my heart,
Catarí, don't forget!
Catarí, Catarí, what are you trying to say
with this talk that drives me crazy?
You don't think about my pain,
you don't think,
you don't care...

Heart, ungrateful heart,
you took my life away,
everything has passed and
you don't think anymore.

Catarí, Catarí...
do you not know that
inside a church
I knelt down and prayed to God,
Catarí.
And I even told the confessor:
'I'm suffering for that woman there...
I'm suffering,
I'm suffering, it's unbelievable...
I'm suffering all the torments!'
And the confessor, a holy person,
told me: 'My son,
let it go, let it go!...'

Heart, ungrateful heart,
you took my life away,
everything has passed and
you don't think anymore.

Everything has passed and
you don't think anymore!