Oh, forgive me, forgive me, my friend,if I have hurt once againthat wound that wants no more comforting,that wants to stay like an orphan,proud and alone!
Oh, forgive me, forgive me for seekinglove from you,and for tenderly scolding youin bitter moments, when I often forgetthat they murdered your youth…
It is my longing, full of sorrow,that burns and gnaws with such power,and when it cannot find that sacrificeit knows so deeply in my soul,it is left with only tears!
It is my heart that grew accustomedto enduring its every beat,to which no one ever said “I love you!”that flared up always and faded out…because it knows how to love.
And so forgive me, my dear,now I understand you better:every moment I too feel sorrow,and often I have no longing, no love,no joy, no more desire!Oh, forgive me, forgive me, my friend,we will never hurtthese wounds that want no comforting,that want to remain just orphans,just like me, just like you…
