Inconsolable

The much that I suffered
Because of that ungrateful woman.
She shall not know,
I'd rather die.

I know well she will mock,
My deep affection.
Because they know in the world,
I will not be able to love anyone.

Ah, I don't know why I love her.
Ah, I don't know why it is,
So much suffering, so much crying.

I went to the seashore
And the waves told me:
That you no longer loved me,
That I should stop crying.

That from all my love,
You had already forgotten,
That you had already left
To never return.

Ah, I don't know why I love her.
Ah, I don't know why it is,
So much suffering, so much crying.