I hate this lad
Who made you think that I am bad
And stole from me the best thing I had
Who made me die to touch again your hand
Who made me unable to reach a sky or a land
I hate this guy
Who made you think that I am such a lie
Which made you hate me and say good bye
And left me by the feeling of lost and a desire to die
You think that he is your friend and so sincere
Because he told you what you were afraid to hear
And made our end so near
Which made my life full of fear
But he is not sincere
Because every time he laughs
I dropp a tear
And if he succeeded in making you laugh
I will never ever become again your dear
And so let it be
So keep on laughing
Because I am no longer your dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem