What I've come to, to win your kisses, to win your love.
What I've come to, to have you near, to make you mine.
I never imagined I could give you the pleasure of one day kneeling down. I never imagined you would be capable of denying me your love.
How much bitterness exists in me, without the hope of your love, how much I long to kiss your burning lips with passion.
How much bitterness exists in me, without the hope of your love, how much I spend sleepless nights suffering in silence, thinking of your love.
What I've come to, with my suffering, to win your love.
Tell me what you've done to me, because I'm dying, because I'm sure that if you asked me, I'd cut my wrists. For me, you've never been a passing cloud. I never imagined that one day you'd tell me it's all over.
How much bitterness exists in me, without the hope of your love, how much I long to kiss your burning lips with passion.
How much bitterness there is in me, without the hope of your love, how much I spend sleepless nights suffering in silence, thinking of your love.