Calla

Be quiet
you who know my tragedy
old friend from yesterday
don't come back today to remind me

Be quiet
for even my poor heart
cries foolishly every time
a memory crosses its path

I know very well that she mocked me
it wasn't my fault to fall in love with her
it wasn't my fault to believe
in her charm and in her love

I know very well that she mocked me
it wasn't my fault to fall in love with her
it wasn't my fault to believe
in her charm and in her love

Be quiet
you who know the comedy
with which the heart disguises
this poor clown

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Oh, Oh, Oh...