That throbs so alone for you
Poor me, this life would be better
(Don't suffer any more)
Poor me
How much my suffering in my breast
If it would end, it's not for me
Little drops of blood from my heart
(Ay, my heart)
I have a love that left forever
You have left me with a wounded soul
For a love, I have cried
In my life, a bitter pain
Poor me