For her, you would change the course of the clouds
And you will age much before your time
You will lose her a thousand times in the mists of the ports
It is written

She will return wounded, with the scent of another
You will hear your screams, wishing the devil would take her
She will want your forgiveness and you will forgive her
It is written

She is always in your memory
By day and by night
She dances behind the fog
And you go searching for her

You will pray for nothing, even God has left
You will drink up the bars that are put in front of you
You will spend the nights looking at the street
It is written

She is always in your memory
By day and by night
She dances behind the fog
And you search for her, wandering

But there is no love without bitterness
Oh, you dream, you dream
What does she like, what does she want?
And why so many shadows in your gaze?
What does she like?
With whom does she dream?
Whom does she see?
And why so many ties binding you?
With what does she dream?

You will tell me sighs, lace, and cries
But in the end, you will say she is no longer so beautiful
And that you have already lived more intense hours
But

But she is always in your memory
By day and by night
She dances behind the fog
And you search for her, wandering

But there is no love without bitterness
Oh, you dream, you dream

She is always in your memory
By day and by night
She dances behind the fog
And you search for her, wandering
I have lived the same story
That's why I count the days
That's why I count the days
That's why I count the days

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