La Lampara

Woe is me for a love
That I lost
Oh my God, what is left of me
I wish to die and not exist
Not exist like a withered flower
Sadly cry my tired eyelids
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated my love with great spirit
When you appeared more innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And how kind you show yourself to me
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness

Sadly cry my tired eyelids
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated my love with great spirit
When you appeared more innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And how kind you show yourself to me
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness