Now it turns out that you're going
and you bring two roses to give me
the white rose: your friendship
and the yellow: the best you have to wish me.
Goodbye love, and go in peace
it's not the first pain I have
If I have to tell you the truth
(if I have to tell you the truth)
counting punishments I entertain myself.
My poor heart has become in love
expert in failures
here the saying was missing, that the rider better
It is done in the blows.
It is very clear that you will leave
I do not need explanations
every word is over
when they said goodbye to hearts.
But I repeat go in peace
it's not the first pain I have
If I have to tell you the truth
(if I have to tell you the truth)
counting punishments I entertain myself.
My poor heart has become in love ...
My poor heart has become in love ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)