This night I feel like looking for her, erasing what has happened and forgiving her. I don't care what they say or what they talk about, people always talk. I don't think about her more than all the time. This devouring passion is terrible. And she always, without knowing, without even suspecting, returns my desire. What have you given me, my life, that I walk sad, night and day, always going around your corner, always looking at your house. And this passion that hurts, and this pain that doesn't go away. Until when will I suffer the torment of your love? What have you given me, my life, that I walk sad, night and day, always going around your corner, always looking at your house. And this passion that hurts, and this pain that doesn't go away. Until when will I suffer the torment of your love?
