Dime

I wanna steal from my memories
the bitterness that your love left in me
I think the joy of loving you left in me
flowers that the sun withered.

Tell me, if your big black eyes
that looked at me so much cry for me
tell me, if your pretty mouth
that I've kissed so much, sighs for me.

Tell me, if in your little hands
all the sweet dreams of my love stayed
because my soul, that you stole
in the sad and lonely nights
cry for you.

Tell me ungrateful, what you have in your eyes,
that captivates, that captivates its color.