Meu Primeiro Amor (part. Joanna)

Longing, a sad word
When one loses a great love
On the long road of life
I go crying my pain
Like a butterfly
Sadly wandering over the flower
Your name always on my lips
I will call wherever I go
You don't even remember
To hear the voice of this sufferer
Who begs for your affection
Just a little of your love

My first love
Ended so soon
Only left the pain
In this heart of mine
My first love
Was like a flower
That bloomed
And soon died
In this loneliness
Without joy
What eases me
Are my sad sighs
Are tears of pain
That fall from my eyes
It's because I know well
The one I loved so much
I will never see again