Maybe I still love you I do not know maybe
maybe for you in my life i am hurting
and if you have forsaken me, I will not hate you
but sorry to give you I can not.
Maybe in the meantime, I might forget
but now I can not forgive you
they are fresh, fresh are my wounds
which you open in my heart.
Saint inn!
Maybe some tear runs for you
maybe in my sleep you come often
but my breasts are still hurt
of your treachery the bitterness does not pass.
Perhaps with time I may forget
but now I can not forgive you
it's fresh, my wounds is fresh
which you open in my heart.