Burn those letters, where I've recorded,
alone and sick, my atrocious misfortune,
that no one knows, that I loved you so much,
Nobody knows, only God.
Burn them soon without the world ignoring them,
the immense grief, that suffering is,
a young man, who killed the deception,
a good man, that dying goes.
A young man, who killed the deception,
a good man, that dying goes.
I loved you so much that my holy mother,
I almost forget her for thinking about you,
and look ungrateful, how did they end
all the dreams that lived in you.
I no longer believe that your love returns,
to the sweet nest where yesterday was born,
I no longer believe that your white hand
I closed the sore that opened in my chest.
I do not believe anymore, that your white hand
I closed the sore that opened in my chest.
And I forgive you because he, who wanted,
he never curses what he kissed yesterday,
moan and crawl without, take revenge,
He dies in silence, as I die.
More when in your arms another blissful being,
you fall rendered of pleasure and love,
remember at least, that you have left truncated,
an existence that killed the pain.
remember at least, that you have left truncated,
an existence that killed the pain.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)