I picked up the handset…
I heard his voice…
I knew that what I imagined was not a mistake…
and for the first time… love hurts…

As it continues to hurt today…
as it will hurt as well tomorrow…
like seed buried in my soul…
like a weed that reborn and wound…

No one knows about life,
if they have not suffered for love…
that love that makes you reborn…
but that can destroy you…

Love of waiting,
love of career,
love of dedication,
love of blame…

Who did not trust in love,
and he lost his heart
in the middle of the fight…?

Love hurts…my love,
if love does not listen…