A lot of ungrateful memories, a letter, that has not been read,
a portrait lying on the floor, and in my hand, a glass of wine
That's all, what there is in my life, a life, that is worth nothing,
a lost love story, because you, did not want to be mine
In my sky there are only clouds,
that presage my nights without sleep, a lot of forgetting,
pain and betrayals, and in my eyes sincere crying
I will not be able to follow your steps, your path,
It's longer than mine, you're going to find other arms,
I stay to fulfill my destiny
I will not open, not at all your letter, nor will I know, what I have written,
in a frame I will put your portrait, and in my hand, another glass of wine
In my sky there are only clouds,
that presage my nights without sleep, a lot of forgetting,
pain and betrayals, and in my eyes sincere crying
Only among all we can make this a better place :)