Three months ago he loved me,
and today, he does not.
Pehaphs I should 've pressed the brakes of my heart,
I guess I should been the first to go.
Four years now, men told me the same:
that I'm worth, kind, brilliant,
beautiful, a godess of sex.
But they don't love me, or my life's not to to share.
I miss everything that was dear to me once:
my chamber choir, that sublime music,
even my voice's not skilled any more.
My daughter, her sweet smile, the 'te amo, mà', *
those, are all gone.
I made mistakes, I wasn`t always nice, and,
I've been a good mother, lover and friend,
as everyone else.
So, why does my heart fell so blue today?
La Finita
* Spanish translation: 'I love you, mum.'
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