I don’t know, but sometimes I’d like to find him
face to face, to see if he’s able
to look me straight as I question him
since you paint him as a man of courage.
Or do you think I was born to live trembling?
I’m much more a man than you know.
From today, day and night, I’ll be searching for him
and wherever it happens, you’ll see me there.
After all, what good am I!
Without her, my life,
is no life at all.
I don’t know what I am anymore.
After all, what good am I!
If my soul is wounded,
if there’s no dawn
that finds me asleep,
I’m lost.
Can’t you see how I am?
I thought many nights of ignoring him,
leaving him be, forgiving his actions,
but I find no remedy; I spend my hours
clenching fists with this obsession.
My experience spoke. That’s why until now,
I fought to be strong, didn’t want to see him.
And it’s all useless, my eyes weep for her
I’ll have to lose myself for that woman.