Текст песни
You couldn't or didn't want
To feel my languor
Your intoxicating body
And you spare your heart for another
But when, before trouble
I grow weak, gritting my teeth
You won't come to moisten
My parched lips with water
And you will soon forget me
And I, free, will not think
Of the sweet girl with whom
I suffered unbearable pain
In the hours of my final effort
When even angels shine
Your shining wings
Will not flutter before me
To greet joyful victory
My jubilant banner
You will not raise in the roar of brass
With your gentle hands
And you will soon forget me
And I, free, will not think
Of the sweet girl with whom
I suffered unbearable pain
