What can I call you,
you who are better than flowers
, I wish you were bad, my dear
, you could forget me,
I wish you were the heart of stones,
so that I didnt miss you
, I wish you were bad so that I
wasnt so colored,
you got me used to singing romantically,
you embarrassed me with your goodness, you embarrassed me, what can I say, whatever
I say about your goodness, I said little about
happiness with you, and without you, I said all about sadness
, tell me what is the use
of you being good? But
I was exiled to the land of your nostalgia,
what did you do when I was
cut off
from the whole world, what did you do when I
was cut off from the whole world, what should I call you, I wish you were worse than the flower, my dear, you could forget what to call you, I wish you were
worse than the flower
, my dear
, you could forget
what to call you, what should I call you
, you were in love. You made me accustomed to
your goodness, you embarrassed me, what can I
say, whatever I say about your goodness, I said little about
your happiness, and without you, I told you all about sadness
, tell me what is the use of you
being good, but
I was exiled to the land of your homesickness,
what did you do that I
was cut off from the
whole world, what did you do that I
cut off from the whole world
, what should I call you,
you who are better than a flower
, I wish you were bad, my
dear.You could have forgotten me,
I wish you were the heart of the stone
so that I didnt miss you, I
wish you were bad, so I
wasnt so colored
, what can I call you, I wish you were worse than a better flower, my dear, you could forget what to call you, I wish you were
worse than a flower
, my dear
, you could forget
what to call you, what should I
call you?
